elongated maw raises; the motion if faint, but intent is clear. SHE IS BREATHING IN THE SCENTS AROUND HER. most are immeasurably familiar. dewy grass, humidity in the air, a herd of prey due north-------- and then, there is something new that finds it’s way into her sensitive olfactory. it is both familiar and NOT, & immediately creature can discern the nature of the new aroma.
such a realization ( compounding upon the fact that she has yet to feed ) causes a surge of adrenaline. a singular claw tap TAP taps on the ground, instinct warring with learned behavioral patterns. HER ALPHA IS HUMAN. though she continuously tests him for that right, as a WEAK alpha means a DEAD pack, he is known; he is trusted. by his command, she, nor her sisters, attack others of his kind.
this human, however, is NOT him; there is NO ONE to stop an attack, should she implement one in the name of HUNTING. her posture lowers, spine curved faintly in excitement, a low warble bubbling up from her throat. catching the scent once more, upon steady, strong feet does the raptor TAKE OFF, intent on investigating at the very least ( with the ever lingering desire to sink her teeth into warm, STRUGGLING flesh ).