Blue is the last velociraptor of her species. Several months after the events of Fallen Kingdom, she is alone and confused, struggling with the responsibility of being a lone raptor with no pack. Owen, the alpha she trusted, has abandoned her. But...
Rustle... rustle There it was again! That noise had woken me up just a few moments ago. Something was prowling outside. I had been having a deep slumber, filled with the nightmares of Ripper not coming back, when something woke me up. The rustling of dead leaves and parched grass had been going on for a few moments, with pauses, like the creature was catching its breath. It sounded bigger than me. The wind was blowing the wrong way, so I couldn't get the scent. It was also noisy. If it was trying to sneak up on me, it was doing a terrible job. I creeped out the cave, keeping low so the stalks of grass covered me. Keeping my tail still, so it didn't swish, I gently made my way around, hoping to surprise the intruder from behind. My sickle-claw tapped nervously. Hopefully, the little thud hadn't been heard. As I manoeuvred behind, I tried to scent the trespasser. Now I had moved so that the wind was blowing favourably in my direction, but the beast's scent was masked by the unmistakable smell of food. This creature seemed to be holding a banquet! Maybe I could steal it... I suddenly charged forward, screeching, and leapt on the back of the intruder. It let out a cry of alarm, and dropped. It rolled, and winded me. I was on my back, with my delicate underbelly exposed. Oof! The attacker had sat on me, pinning me to the ground. A berry-red gaze locked with mine, and my heartbeat slowed. I would have sighed in relief, if I wasn't being squished. The weight moved off my chest, and I gasped the air. "What do you think you're doing?!" Ripper snapped, gathering the dropped food. "I thought.. you were.. an intruder.." I panted. I brought myself up in a sitting position with a grunt, and focused on Ripper and the food. "You idiot, you knew I was out getting food!" He grumbled. "Yes, but I hadn't expected you to actually make it, and come back so soon." "Thanks for the vote of confidence. It was easy, though. And we have enough to last us ages." He said. I gave myself a shake, and picked up some of the food with my front talons. I stealthily waded through the grass, while Ripper plowed through it like an obese trike. He was gripping the food with one of his front legs, and using the other three to move. "Why don't you walk on your back two legs? You can walk on four and two, right?" I questioned. "Yes, but I prefer four," he growled. "You're using three, which is harder. Why not just use two? It's not far to the cave." I frowned. He grunted and carried on. And that's when I noticed it. He was, in fact, only using two legs. He was keeping one of his back legs of the ground. Limping. "What happened?" I asked, nodding my head towards his back leg. He tilted his head in confusion, then caught on. "Oh, glass. I had to go through some to get in. I stepped on a bit." He explained. That was worrying, because a) it could get infected b) humans would see where he broke in, and c) there would be a blood trail leading back to our den. Ripper saw my concerned stare, and spoke up. "Don't worry, I washed it. And pulled the glass out. There was no other way to get in, but I went up some trees and moved through their branches, to break the trail. I was careful," he assured me. Alright, so maybe Ripper was cleverer than I thought. But I still didn't like the thought of so much evidence being there in plain sight. "Alright. Well, I'll have a look when we get back. Maybe there are some herbs that will make it feel better." I said. "Ok," was the only response I got. We continued to the cave in silence. Once we reached the den, we ate. Ripper had also brought water with him, held in bottles. We drank a lot, before claiming ourselves full. We then buried our food to save it. After our meal, I shuffled to where Ripper was sat, preening himself. "Show me it." I ordered. He showed me the foot, and I inspected the wound. It was deep, but he had done a good job cleaning it. Only a little blood was trickling out, and it wasn't a long gash. Just deep. "Doesn't look to bad," I admitted. "Oh, Doctor, will I live?" Ripper cried, putting on a high, feminine voice. "Hopefully," I chuckled. Ripper gasped, before pretending to faint. I laughed, and he giggled too. The hope that surged through me was enough to make me feel optimistic. We now had a place for food and water. Maybe, just maybe, we would see the end of the dry season.
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