The raptors (the full-time raptors, that is) aren't exactly sure what to make of this, either. The lead male and female squabble amongst themselves briefly about what to do, hissing and nipping, while the younger male attempts to just get over the fact that some normally easy prey now looks, sounds, and smells mostly like a raptor, what the hell.

Edwin just keeps his crest up and watches the trio with jerky, bird-like movements of his head, jaws still slightly gaped. Part of him is concerned about not getting himself (and Huxley) eaten; the other part is making mental notes about the dinosaurs' behavior.

Finally, the lead male snorts briefly, snaps his own jaws at Edwin, and then turns to trot away, followed by the other two. They'd prefer prey that's less likely to lead to their faces being chewed off.