The approaching group catches her attention first, and Blue immediately drops low, backing away from the greater numbers and hissing loudly. One or two alone she would rush, but she recognizes a larger pack when she sees one, and though normally she'd be content to issue a challenge to groups like this, they smell wrong and she doesn't know them. She's tense, confused, panicked, and when another figure suddenly emerges in her field of view, solitary and alone and speaking in a voice she would instantly recognize were she not so distraught.

How dare this one ignore her threats? He is alone, unlike the others, and she will drive him off. Her posture remains low, but now it’s poised for the rush. She gives a single shriek before surging forward. He will know to respect her, to fear her, this familiar man with his words and speaking to her and the scent and she’s charging her Alpha oh no.

A raptor’s attempt to reverse her direction mid-charge is not a graceful sight under normal circumstances, and when said raptor’s distress has left quite a bit of fabric strewn about just waiting for the chance to tangle up claws trying to stop, the whole affair is rather comical. For onlookers, at least. Possibly not so much for Owen Grady, who has the misfortune of being directly in the path of 300 lbs of indignantly squawking dinosaur that has just tripped herself up in an effort to not bowl over the man who guides her pack.