Red hadn't been sure at first if they were compatible. He looked enough like a raptor- walked and spoke like one too- but his coloring was off and his smell was borderline unfamiliar. He wasn't fond of humans either and (for some reason that she had yet to think too hard about) she was.

None of this changed the fact that when he finished doing his dance (a complicated but delightfully exotic sequence) and offered her the putrid flesh of a dead turtle, her predatory heart skipped a beat.