[ Owen hears her before he sees her. The faintest nuances of that purrgrowl, familiar to him because he remembers when she first cheeped angrily at him, clawing her way into this world, and when her repertoire of noises grew together with her and her sisters, he knew them, too, aware of everything that sets them apart from each other. It's the sound of a curious dinosaur, and when cautious suspicion becomes confirmation and realization once he sees her, Charlie, whole and unhurt (how could this be? He saw her burn up, he saw her destroyed by an overenthusiastic rocket launcher), he stops and stares.
Impossible. Impossible, but here she is, exploring her surroundings and testing their limits. It's still jarring to see her out and about, and in this moment, Owen realizes that she's seen him, aware of the recognition. Charlie has never possessed the knife-edge aggression that her sister Blue has, but it doesn't mean that she's any less deadly on her own -- but he's aware, too, that she remembers him.
Just how that will translate to that current situation, he's not entirely sure, but he knows that getting an arm bitten off won't bode well for a reunion. Of course, there might be the unlikely scenario that she had gotten off unscathed after all (but what are the odds?), and he takes a wary step or two closer, eyes trained on the raptor as he moves into a position he knows she will understand.
Pack. Family. ] Charlie.
[ He speaks up -- he knows that raptors don't quite know the meaning of words, but he speaks these two syllables in her vicinity often enough, says it to her enough that he knows she will remember it, too. Charlie, what he calls her; and he holds up a hand, clickaclick. Communication. This is how they speak.
He hopes she remembers this, too. Now that she's out in the open, he has a responsibility, more than ever, to make sure that she doesn't eat the survivors. ]
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Impossible. Impossible, but here she is, exploring her surroundings and testing their limits. It's still jarring to see her out and about, and in this moment, Owen realizes that she's seen him, aware of the recognition. Charlie has never possessed the knife-edge aggression that her sister Blue has, but it doesn't mean that she's any less deadly on her own -- but he's aware, too, that she remembers him.
Just how that will translate to that current situation, he's not entirely sure, but he knows that getting an arm bitten off won't bode well for a reunion. Of course, there might be the unlikely scenario that she had gotten off unscathed after all (but what are the odds?), and he takes a wary step or two closer, eyes trained on the raptor as he moves into a position he knows she will understand.
Pack. Family. ] Charlie.
[ He speaks up -- he knows that raptors don't quite know the meaning of words, but he speaks these two syllables in her vicinity often enough, says it to her enough that he knows she will remember it, too. Charlie, what he calls her; and he holds up a hand, clickaclick. Communication. This is how they speak.
He hopes she remembers this, too. Now that she's out in the open, he has a responsibility, more than ever, to make sure that she doesn't eat the survivors. ]