[Snort. There are some words she can kind of understand. Hey, and move, and down. The rest in between is mostly dependent on tone. Nat is calm. Calm and certain. Not scared, not nervous. And she doesn't smell wrong. And while she's low to the ground, she keeps eye contact. In some circles, that could be threatening, but Charlie doesn't see it that way.
There's a rumble, not entirely unlike a purr, and Charlie takes a few curious steps closer, nostrils audibly sniffing. Maybe...maybe this was where small scaredsad people noises were coming from? Nat isn't young, but she's not big like Alpha, and, really, since the raptors weren't part of the attractions officially, the youngest she really ever saw were teenagers, so how is she to know the difference? Nat sure isn't scaredsad now...]
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There's a rumble, not entirely unlike a purr, and Charlie takes a few curious steps closer, nostrils audibly sniffing. Maybe...maybe this was where small scaredsad people noises were coming from? Nat isn't young, but she's not big like Alpha, and, really, since the raptors weren't part of the attractions officially, the youngest she really ever saw were teenagers, so how is she to know the difference? Nat sure isn't scaredsad now...]