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The quiet is only unnerving. It should be a comfort but Owen knows better. The herds have moved on and whatever had been chasing them has finally come. The raptors have scouted the square, he's heard their calls and screeches--reminiscent of his own pack but he knows what his raptors sound like. It couldn't have been them. They were all dead save for one.
The feeling left a sour pit in his stomach but he urged those staking out with him in the hall to remain quiet, keeping from all doors and windows. The raptors were smart enough to try and open the doors he'd made sure to fasten, bludgeon the doors and windows with their bodies, but they had plenty of time to put up guards.
It wouldn't be enough. Not to counter the shaking of the only creature big enough to shake the entire square, or the building. When the Rex roared a chill went down Owen's spine and he held vastly to the gun he knew would do nothing. They couldn't move. Not while the raptors were out there. And certainly not when the Rex would see them.
He held his finger to his lips to urge the rest who were keeping still to remain so. As if they needed the reminder. They just had to hope she wouldn't get curious at what the raptors were poking at...