"Unless you're planning on becoming a cannibal, I'm fairly certain I don't actually need to be concerned." Instincts sometimes got in the way of rational thought, of course, but as far as Shaun knew it was very, very rare to for there to be actual incidents of violence without other factors involved.
In all likelihood, there would probably be a few misunderstandings if Desmond really did end up a raptor--avians were supposed to learn from a young age how to deal with their more birdlike impulses and to properly fit in with the rest of society. Desmond would have no practice at it, no previous experience to help him keep his reactions in check. But Shaun was confident enough in his own self control, and he rather thought it was highly unlikely that he'd shriek and dive for cover at the first sign of aggression.
His lips quirked up as he settled a little further, feathers finally starting to ease back into place as he watched Desmond eat. So far it didn't seem as though the change was as bad as it could have potentially been, though he wasn't going to declare the worst over just yet. "It's not like we have a desire to eat worms or anything mad like that, yeah? But there'll be certain behaviors that you'll have to acclimate to. Preening, for one. Raptors aren't as necessarily as social as other types tend to be, though, so you'll find yourself getting a bit territorial, I'd bet. It's probably a good thing Bill isn't one, too."
Not that they got along well in the first place. "You can always do a few internet searches. I'd stay away from certain keywords unless you're really curious, but I likely don't need to tell you that."
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In all likelihood, there would probably be a few misunderstandings if Desmond really did end up a raptor--avians were supposed to learn from a young age how to deal with their more birdlike impulses and to properly fit in with the rest of society. Desmond would have no practice at it, no previous experience to help him keep his reactions in check. But Shaun was confident enough in his own self control, and he rather thought it was highly unlikely that he'd shriek and dive for cover at the first sign of aggression.
His lips quirked up as he settled a little further, feathers finally starting to ease back into place as he watched Desmond eat. So far it didn't seem as though the change was as bad as it could have potentially been, though he wasn't going to declare the worst over just yet. "It's not like we have a desire to eat worms or anything mad like that, yeah? But there'll be certain behaviors that you'll have to acclimate to. Preening, for one. Raptors aren't as necessarily as social as other types tend to be, though, so you'll find yourself getting a bit territorial, I'd bet. It's probably a good thing Bill isn't one, too."
Not that they got along well in the first place. "You can always do a few internet searches. I'd stay away from certain keywords unless you're really curious, but I likely don't need to tell you that."