Like a zombie; Golden

To some raptors the noise made by animals like Golden was nonsense, she had learned this by watching how her sisters interacted with the world around them. Even if she loved her family? Masie was beginning to realize something was wrong when she was compared to them, somehow she was different. Yet, her familial pack had seemingly left her alone when these things brought up questions in her mind which she was not yet capable of asking. Briefly the raptor let herself wonder if the alpha of the typhoon realized that every word she spoke was pretty much completely understood by the lithe therapod.

A soft sort of chatter noise instead of a chitter was emitted as she took another step towards the Alpha who was clearly strained. How was she suppose to cross this barrier. "A pack survives together." Masie spoke moving carefully towards the Bengal once more, blinking large amber eyes as she sat in front of the struggling female. "I can help you back, without letting the others see." Yet, no matter what she said, the raptor had no way of knowing how this would turn out. Currently, the conversation was one sided, with her own side being nothing but noise to everyone else.