Owen raises his head, his attention caught when he sees her, the familiar mottled skin, the fact that she doesn't seem to bear any injuries he thought she would have endured. Echo is cautious, that familiar, permanently sneering (Elvis, they all call her because of that scar, a product of a failed bid for dominance) countenance he looks past because she, too, is a part of the pack.
He hears the chitter and tilts his head, before he takes a few careful steps forward, letting her see him better. He's Alpha, he's steady, unassuming, hands spread wide and upwards to communicate, the distinct sound of a clicker pattering out a beat between them. ]
Echo. [ There's a chance she will pounce and rend his flesh from his bones (there's always a chance), but he's watching her like a hawk, trusting that she won't, that she remembers him, because he knows her chitters like the back of his hand, and she's lost, too. ] Easy, girl, it's me.
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Owen raises his head, his attention caught when he sees her, the familiar mottled skin, the fact that she doesn't seem to bear any injuries he thought she would have endured. Echo is cautious, that familiar, permanently sneering (Elvis, they all call her because of that scar, a product of a failed bid for dominance) countenance he looks past because she, too, is a part of the pack.
He hears the chitter and tilts his head, before he takes a few careful steps forward, letting her see him better. He's Alpha, he's steady, unassuming, hands spread wide and upwards to communicate, the distinct sound of a clicker pattering out a beat between them. ]
Echo. [ There's a chance she will pounce and rend his flesh from his bones (there's always a chance), but he's watching her like a hawk, trusting that she won't, that she remembers him, because he knows her chitters like the back of his hand, and she's lost, too. ] Easy, girl, it's me.