#clevergiirl

There was a wistful whistling in the trees as Owen opened the door to the small area where they handled the raptors on a daily basis. It was early still, but the heat had already started to make him sweat. Benny hadn’t made it here yet, nor had any of the other trainers, only the night guard, but he didn’t mind. Alone time with his girls was always nice, without having anyone judging or second guessing what he was doing. 

Setting his bag down by the door, he took a deep breath of the island air, and strode forward, wrapping his fingers around the bars that led into the cage. Looking around for a moment, he couldn’t see the girls, but he knew they would be awake by now. The blonde let out a soft whistle, just enough sound to call the closest raptor into the clearing so he could say good morning. 

Owen pulled his fingers back as he saw some of the foliage shuddering, and caught a glimpse of a blue racing stripe. “Well good morning Blue.” he called out, his voice dropping the heaviness that he’d woken with, “How’s my pretty girl this morning?”

#[ IF I WAS ON HOSKINS I WOULD SO DO IT#MILITARY DAYS OWEN/HOSKINS FUCK YES ]#[ THREAD WITH ME BOO ]#outofteeth;