Raptors of Isla Sorna

Learning.

Scar's Pov.

For the next few days me and my new found mate, Polar hung out. Learning everything about each other.

I learned about her bastard father and her mother and siblings. While she learned about my tough life.

Polar and me became rather close. I love her with everything in me. She intrigued me and I want to learn everything there is to know about her. Her being in heat and the season just a few days away didn't help my control much.

"Let's go hunting!" Polar told me excitedly. Getting up, I stretched. "Let's go." I told her. I watched as she stalked forward. It didn't take her long to talk again. I mean she only bit off the very tip of her tongue.

We where getting closer and closer to the sharp bill herd. Flicking my tail, I signaled that she would distract one.

I would make the kill. Polar strutted out of the grass, the old sharp beak looked up. Polar wasn't close to make it run, but close enough to cause discomfort.

Taking this as my chance, I sprung forward tearing at the sharp beak's back. Polar ran forward, as the sharp beak tried to buck me off, Polar got ahold of its throat.

Narrator speaking.

Polar sank her death claws into the Othnielia's stomach, giving her a grip point to hold on. Polar quickly sank her hand claws into its throat, doing her best to tear at it.

When she couldn't tear into its throat with her claws, she sank her fangs into its throat clamping on tight. Blood gushed into Polar's mouth.

Keeping her grip she pulled her head back, taking the throat flesh with her. The Othnielia fell to the ground. Blood rushing out of its throat.

Scar's Pov.

Time to eat. I'll let Polar eat the guts. I don't quite like them much anyway. Eventually Polar raised her head from the kill, her whole head covered in blood.

Backing up she let me eat my fill. When I raised my head from the kill, Polar had already licked herself clean of the blood.

Then we headed back to our nest. Our nest was full of bones, dead leaves, plants, and feathers.

We laid down on nest and then Polar licked my cheek affectionately, then the rest of my head.

Narrator talking.

You can guess where it went from there. Eggs should be on the way soon now.