In case anyone is interested in reading a wall of text from the perspective of a Velociraptor…here is the thing I wrote

They had always been there.
Blue cautiously sniffed the wall of her former enclosure. It still smelled of humans, but also of her sisters. The tangy scent of Charlie, the more subdued scent of Echo, the earthy scent of Delta…she could smell them all. The snorts of their breath and the slaps of their tails, the snarls and soft calls to each other were all eerily missing. She was alone. She had never been like this, without an Alpha. Without a pack. There was no structure, and therefore no place in it for Blue.
She turned her head, eyeing the complex metal cage. It was not home. Not without them. It didn’t feel safe anymore. Safe. She wanted to find safe. There was another smell in this place, not a raptor smell, but a familiar one. Blue raised her head and caught a good whiff. Yes. She could track it.
It was a safe smell.
Her body was built for speed, and she propelled it forward, into the woods. The path ran along beside her, but she preferred the cover of the dense jungle. The scent grew stronger by the second. She was almost on top of it. It smelled of home, of structure, of him. Alpha.
Bursting out of the jungle, she didn’t slow down. There was a building in front of her, small, wooden. Easy enough to get inside, and the Alpha smell was everywhere now. Surely, this was a good place to be. Surely, once she found him, everything would make sense again. He would communicate with his strange human sounds and she would know what to do.
Her hind legs crashed through the door of the building before the rest of her did. Blue picked herself up out of the splinters of wood and stared through the dust that she had just stirred up. The room was dark, but her eyes easily picked out all of the silhouettes inside it. Slowly, cautious now, she took a few steps farther in, bringing her long tail all the way inside of the building. She sniffed. The smell was extremely strong, but there was no movement.
Blue’s nose caught some other smells, less comforting. She curiously nosed at a few offensively odored objects, but they just fell uselessly to the floor. She moved on. There was a door in the back, the smell was strongest there, but the door was shut.
Perhaps Alpha was imprisoned inside?
Blue nosed along the door. She could break it down, but it would be difficult without a running start. Humans must do it somehow without breaking them. Her nose hit a metal object attached to the door. She experimentally tapped a claw on it and it moved downward. She tried again. The same thing happened. The third time, she let her claws pull it all the way down and the door swung inward. Immediately, the smell was almost overwhelming. It was coming from a large thing in the middle of the room.
Blue went for the thing, headfirst. Alpha was not anywhere in sight but his smell was everywhere all at once. She pressed her nose into a soft pile of cloth and shook her head. Her claws stabbed at the cloth as she tried to reconcile his absence with what her senses were telling her was his presence. The cloth smelled like him. The building smelled like him.
And then it connected for her. This was like the enclosure where she and her sisters had lived, but for humans. This was Alpha’s enclosure, and he was now gone, just as the others were.
Blue’s claws slowed in their tearing and she slumped for a moment, processing this.
Empty. She felt empty. Empty space was all around her, even inside her somehow.
Food. That is what usually fills the emptiness inside. Yes. She would have to be her own Alpha now, and she would have to hunt alone.
Carefully, she extricated herself from the pile of cloth and something fluffy that had come out of the cloth. She took one last, good sniff of the building. Then, silently, she slipped back into the jungle.