OUT OF LUCK - open; appearance

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Her head lifted up sharply from her meal, rising up toward the sky as she listened to the broadcast call. With a twitch her head inclined to the side and her sickle like claws flexed before she shifted her body and walked around her meal. She couldn’t abandon her food and she needed to eat so she dismissed the broadcast call to go back to eating. Such sharp teeth ripped and tore flesh from the flank of the deer and she placed a foot on the corpse to hold it down. Jaws clamped down on a back leg and twisted, shook, and pulled to sever it from the rest of the torso where she chewed sloppily before swallowing it whole. But then a sound, loud and sharp made her head lift up from her prey. Something was there near her food. But it had also shouted something familiar. Her orange gaze locked on Owen then and her lips curled to reveal this thick teeth stained in the blood of that deer she had been consuming not long ago.

Her body angled away from the dead prey as she watched Owen, suddenly unsure. But a low purr left her throat as she tilted her head to the other side. Flared nostrils pulled in scent her head lowing a bit as she allowed another hiss to leave her throat. He was familiar and her confusion began to clear before her anger at that state could take over. Slowly she relaxed but her form was still guarded, especially when it came to her having food and she had to protect her kill. Alpha? Came the babbling question from the young raptor’s throat as she watched him though at this point anything could happen and things could sore quickly.