Blue, Charlie , delta and echo
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Many of the scientists warned him about how violent raptors are, but Owen did it anyway. He gathered the four babies up in his arms. The blue one nipped at his ear with her razor sharp teeth, and Owen turned his head, quick enough to dodge her before her jaws snapped together.
"Let's get one thing straight," he said harshly. "No biting me, okay? You bite your sisters and your food, but not your daddy, clear?"
She cocked her head and purred a little.
"Yeah," Owen said.
He could feel eight little claws in his arms and chest, but that didn't really hurt him. They were only searching for a bit of grip.
He put the raptors in a box that he'd already put in the front seat of his car. Owen preferred to cruise around the island on his motorcycle, but it wasn't the best way to move newborn raptors around.
He was pretty sure there was a protocol about moving 'assets out of containment', but Owen couldn't care less. The raptors couldn't and wouldn't hurt anyone yet, they were too small and helpless. Owen left the AC off, so the little ones could keep warm easier. The temperature outside was perfect for them, and he didn't want to start his weekend off by giving his raptors a case of pneumonia.
He whistled a tune, happy that everything went all right. It would take him about half an hour to reach the raptor paddock, but he didn't mind driving this evening. The training could finally start.
In the raptor paddock, he'd built a nest. They guessed that usually, mother raptor would be hunting all day and bring them food every now and then. The little raptors could easily fend for themselves for a couple of hours.
They never ceased making noise, and Owen had a lot of fun discussing with them.
"What's wrong, little one?" He asked the gray raptor after a rather loud belch. She belched again. "Are you hungry?"
The blue one was the biggest, but only just. The brown raptor was just a little smaller.
"How about some names, huh?" Owen proposed. "Before the others turn up and start naming you Beta or something weird like that."
The blue one cooed.
"Yes, you're the easy one." Owen grinned. "Blue."
He was silent for a bit. "We could do Blue, Charlie, Delta and Echo..." he said.
Bravo cooed again.
"Yes," Owen nodded. "That's a great idea. I'm the alpha right, so it'll make tons of sense!"
He looked at his pack. Charlie, he decided, was the green one with dark stripes, and also currently chewing up the blanket. Echo, the brown one, was ripping at the cardboard box. Delta had gotten hold of the seatbelt and Blue was staring at him, head cocked like a pigeon.
He fumbled his hand in the box while driving. "Girls, please! You can chew up the nest all you like but not the car. It's not mine, see."
Notes:
Hopefully I gotten the right names to the raptors
