The sound of the crane's heavy machinery groans as it lowers a large crate into the paddock. Suspended by thick cables, the crate sways slightly in the air, casting long shadows across the ground below. The workers, standing at a safe distance, watch carefully as it descends with precision. The metal of the crate reflects the sun, but its contents remain hidden—mysterious and unknown to all but a select few. The tension is palpable as the crate touches down with a soft thud, the anticipation of what happens next lingering in the air.

The raptors in the paddock are immediately alert. Blue’s sharp eyes lock onto the crate, her body tensing as she crouches low to the ground, head slightly tilted, nostrils flaring. Echo, Delta, and Charlie mirror her movements, chuffing and shifting restlessly. Their keen senses are aware of the crate's significance, and the excitement is evident in their predatory gazes. They begin to circle the crate, their movements fluid and purposeful, waiting for the signal that the next phase is about to begin. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles from Blue's chest, as if she's ready to spring into action at the first sign of movement.