LINE (open, feral utahraptor)

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female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad

'Hunt. Prey. Attack.' The bloodied tiger was still probably in sight, and in a way, this could probably be compared to a child crying to her mother that somebody had been cruel to her. It was a bit of a stretch, though, and finally, she managed to get one leg free of the water the restrained her, a bit unbalanced, and a snarl ripping from her throat as dark yellow eyes glared at Monroe, sensing his aggression, towards Owen, now, easily, and tried to break free yet again for a second attempt, tail whipping back and forth in anger as a terrier could be heard from her jaws, due to her exerting herself.

//really rushed

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