The next morning, James woke up to see the light of this strange new world for the first time.  It all felt so alien to him.  Even in his primal state where memories of hunting and scavenging became fresh in his mind, the exotic flora and fauna that wasn't of his own species made him rather nervous.  He sat beside the marked tree, waiting for one of the pack to see him.  Eventually one of them recognised him, the second-in-command who, forever known now as Beta, came up to him growling:
	"You are well enough to perform your duty to us?"
	"Yes."
	"Follow me."
Beta lead him with two other raptors to a far part of the woods, tracking a strange scent that he began to pick up halfway through the journey.  Some scraps of white cloth torn on trees passed him by as he ran with them, picking up the pace, claws pursed forwards of his chest, a new posture of natural aerodynamics.  He was looking more and more like a velociraptor should, his vicious toeclaw tapping the grass with the tiniest of sounds.
	"Hush."
They stopped and gazed upon their target in the woods.  Travelling alone, the smell of fear fresh upon a human female, blonde-haired while traipsing clumsily and loudly enough that they heard it half a mile away.  Beta turned to James and indicated her white torn lab coat, her eyes bloodshot with panicked exhaustion, arms shaking of adrenaline, desperately trying to control her breathing.  Both of the raptors' eyes narrowed at their target as Beta explained.
	"Your first test among us, is to see if you can kill.  Your scent makes me suspicious of you, but if you can kill the ones you smell of, then I will gain more trust in you."
	"Are these the hairless the leader spoke of?"
	"We know not its name.  But we know it as a mammal, hairless mostly, and yet so delicious.  The taste of their tender flesh is magnificent, without the hair or fur to strip away to deal with.  But they have one problem."
	"Yes?"
	"They have...strange ways to defend themselves.  Some of them possess an incredible will to fight.  Some of them have tougher flesh with the texture of the water-scales, durable and stretchy.  And then they have their weapons, the power to blast pure fire from grey claws or even elaborate sticks not made of wood, that they hold within their own clawless paws."
	"Fire?  From their paws!?"
	"Believe what you will, you will know soon enough, but avoid those who wield sticks or claws or else suffer a burning pain."
	"I shall."
	"Now...tell me what you can sense from this one."

James gently sniffed the air, none of them making a sound, purely hidden unless she were to come right up into the bushes they hid in.  Even their tails remained straight like a branch.
	"I...smell that it's a female."
	"Correct."
	"She is very fearful, she has been running for some time, she is exhausted."
	"A perfect test to see if you are truly one of us if you can hunt."
	"Is she more dangerous than the males?"
	"The females are physically weaker, but some of them may possess the power of fire, so regard them all with caution."
	"I see no sticks or claws."
	"Good...she is all yours."
James focused intently on her while the leader went around to distract her with other sounds and rustles in the bushes, making her panic and jump up, whimpering and trying to keep silent.  More rustling only made her more frightened, and when her back was fully turned, James went forwards, a brisk sprinting run before he leapt at her back with a screech.
She turned a little too late, but just enough for the raptor to see her harrowed face twisted into a horrified scream.  His claws digged into her breasts and thighs, black steak knives piercing deep much to her anguish as he brought his claws up and slashed mercilessly at her face.  He watched her scream, fascinated by her strange voice and how it resonated with such emotion, before ending her life with a bloody crunch of jaws around her neck.  He choked out her life in a spurt of thick red fluids, which he began to drink heavily from.
Beta came out to investigate the work of his disciple.
	"How does she taste?"
	"Ohhhh...such ripeness...she must be young and fertile too, her body is so warm, her blood, so rich!"
	"Exquisite indeed.  These creatures are nothing like where we once came from.  No armour, they have some ways of fighting back, but they cannot fight us in close combat.  You have now earned our trust.  But to become part of our pack, we have an initiation for you."
	"I will...mmmph...perform the initiation whenever your pack wishes."
	"Very well.  But we are not just hunting one.  There are others in the area I wish to see you hunt.  One of my followers will take this one to the pack.  You and I will continue."

Beta headed in one direction and James followed, his mouth blood-red, and his stomach sated of some hunger with his first taste of warm fresh human.  Never had he tasted such an incredible flavour before.  So smooth, so hairless, and their blood was of a very unusual taste, packed full of sugars and other interesting nutrients.  His eyes had widened with a killer instinct slowly emerging within him, as Beta found another human traipsing the woods.
	"Ahhh...a male," observed Beta.
	"Hmmm...they seem quite different from the females moreso than other creatures."
	"The lack of hair reveals their extremities well, even with those strange coverings they wear."
	"Why do they wear those?"
	"Don't be foolish to ask.  Without hair like the other mammals they freeze easily in the night, mammals are simplistic in their ways to gather warmth by any means.  Now, the males usually have the power of fire, so watch him, watch his paws."
James carefully gazed at him while Beta hurried around to one side to strike him from another direction, sensing a danger from him.  The smell of testosterone from the human in similar clothes to the female from before, made them a little more wary.
With a rustling from one direction to raise the human's alertness, James indeed saw something odd in the human's hand, a thick black blunt claw as Beta described it.  But he had seen it before.  Back in the building last night where he woke up, next to a dead raptor.
The human shouted at the bushes, aiming his weapon and firing at the leaves harmlessly hoping to hit Beta, who had already skirted around to another direction, giving his protege ample time to analyse him and wait to leap at his back.  And when his prey's back was presented to him, he leapt, striking with a screech.  The human turned a little faster than the female but not fast enough, crashing onto the ground with a raptor on top of him, roaring with a furious fear as he tried to shoot James.
The raptor however wasn't going to let him as he attacked the arm holding the weapon, slashing it to ribbons to make the human scream and drop his gun.  But he still fought back with useless punches to the neck and face, before he was soon dead with a tearing of the throat, the raptor ripping the larynx open to form a thick puddle around his neck.
	"You have done well, stranger!"
	"This one...he was more dangerous.  He even fought back, his attacks were irritating."
	"Without their fire, they are useless.  Did you see the fire that he tried to hit me with?"
	"Yes!  It was...incredible!"
	"That is what you must be careful of, they can kill us easily if they can use it upon us."
	"I...I know.  I saw one of us in the shining rocks, where I woke up in, and one of us was dead with the smell of smoke upon him, with one of their weapons next to it."
	"So long as you understand to avoid them and attack from behind, you will survive well enough.  Now let us take this one to the pack."
And with that, James and Beta began to carry the prey back to the pack by splaying it over James' back, with Beta protecting him, traipsing back to the group's home.

Returning with two human bodies for the pack, James was looked on with a little more respect by them, in particular by the leader.
	"How did our stranger perform on his hunting, Beta?"
	"Like any of us should, my leader.  He was swift and precise in his methods and one of them even had their fire.  But he did not fall for it."
	"Good."
Alpha walked over to James who dropped off the human body to be feasted upon.
	"You are proving yourself to be useful.  Perhaps tomorrow, or tonight even, we shall see upon initiating you into the pack."
	"Really?!  Oh thank you, leader, I'm so honoured!"
	"Until then, you will do whatever we ask of you."
Nodding enthusiastically, Alpha headed off with his mate to feast, while James returned to his marked spot away from the pack as ordered, given one human foot to eat as his reward which he nommed on happily.  Biting through the flesh and bone, he tore the toes off one by one to chew them up thoroughly, stripping the soles clean until only a large bone remained.  He found the little parts between toe and foot to be especially tasty.  Satisfied, he decided to take a small nap to sleep off his small meal, murring to himself.
Yet for the second time he slept, dreams would come to him that worried him.  Dreams of something he was never sure he knew of or was just imagining he knew.  They were of strong familiar emotions such as sorrow, joy or hatred, strange creatures' faces just melting into the ether of the unconscious.  He couldn't remember any of it when he was woken up again sometime in the evening by one of the other raptors.
	"You, stranger, the leader wants to see you."
Nodding sleepily, he woke up swiftly as he headed into the grounds, where the leader stood on top of a rock, which was clearly marked by his scent.
	"A small group of the hairless are nearing our territory.  We wish to see how well you do against them."
	"A group?" asked James.
	"They are armed and dangerous, but we cannot afford to lose too many of our pack.  Perhaps this will be your ultimate test of trust for us.  If you succeed, then we shall initiate you."
	"Yes my leader."
	"A few of our warriors will shadow you if they can assist you without danger, but you will be practically alone."
	"Show me where they are.  I will deal with them."
He became more serious now, realising this would be a threat to the pack itself and wanting to prove himself worthy, as he was lead towards one direction, with one raptor instructing him.
	"A scout of ours has seen them from that direction, away from the moon.  You will kill them all with extreme force, but be strategic in which ones to deal with first.  If you die, then your death will serve as a warning to us.  If you live, we will gain another member."
Nodding resolutely, he gritted his jaw and headed into the woods, using his heightened natural senses to detect the smell of the humans up ahead.  Moving as stealthily as he could through the bushes, trying not to rustle them too much, he soon gazed upon them.

Three of the hairless intruders, wearing strange black clothes of a more durable look, but only on their chests.  He also noticed they both had larger weapons, thick black sticks with several points bluntly sticking from them.  Remembering how Beta tricked them, he rustled one area and ran, making one of them panic and shoot wildly at one bush before being chided by his allies.  He noted how the weapon could blast multiple spurts of fire, unlike the other one he had killed this morning.
He had two choices.  Get them to disperse and attack them one by one, or attack them all at once with all of his claws.  Judging the latter to be suicide with the fear of guns that all animals soon developed, he waited until one was slightly lagging from the back.  When his prey neared a bush, he immediately grabbed him and pulled him in, tearing his face and throat before he could scream, which he managed to do so briefly enough to alert his friends.  Making sure he was dead, James navigated towards the remaining two, now able to have an easier time taking them.
With another idea, he let one of them investigate a nearby bush where his friend would be, letting him do so, even leaving a trail of blood to let him see, while he dealt with the further away friend on point.  A brutal slash with a silent attack from behind would make him none the wiser.  Not a single screech came as he tore his throat, knowing it was the quickest way to kill them before jumping away into the bushes.
The last one was truly scared now, and he just about missed shooting James in the flank when he skirted around and wasted no time in killing the last terrified human.  His prey reeked of perspiring fear before his life soon came to a close, with another leap from behind.  It was difficult to do so because the human was so paranoid that he kept turning to aim at every single leaf in the area.
But James shielded himself behind a tree, and he leapt from behind it with claws right into the prey's back, ripping his tough armour with some effort, but keeping him pinned so that the human couldn't shoot him.  Soon he dug his claws through the back of the neck, forcing straight through the spine to hear a satisfying gurgling whimper.

From the wilderness came a few raptors from the pack.
	"Impressive," growled one of them in approval.  "Alpha will be more willing to allow you into our pack after such a magnificent kill."
	"Thank you, though one of them nearly hurt me-"
	"Nearly is not enough to kill us.  Not when we have survived for many moons, and have laid so many eggs that we have risen from and died elsewhere.  Now, help us gather the hairless."
Assisting each other with gripping teeth on the arms and legs of the corpses, they hoisted their prey onto each others' backs, heading back to the home grounds with a heavier load than before.  The sight of more dangerous humans dead upon their warriors' backs made the pack chirr in approval at seeing their new bloodied ally return with a feast, the leader indeed impressed.
	"You truly are one of us!"
	"Of course, my leader," said James, "I have scales like the earth and claws as black as night, what else can I be!?"
	"Do not be too arrogant, you have killed but five of them today, and this is just the beginning of your new life.  Tonight, we shall commence with your initiation into the pack!"
	"Oh...thank you, my leader!"
	"But be warned, once we begin, we will not stop.  And if you do not obey us throughout, you will die."
With that warning, James nodded solemnly and ate what he was given, the rest of the pack eating heartily with their new food.  The sounds of tearing and crunching never ceased until they had their fill, and soon the night came once more to them.  James rested near his tree, awaiting to be called later on, taking another little nap before he was gently nudged awake.  When he opened his eyes yet again, it was dark once more, his eyes slowly adjusting to the prehistoric environment.
	"It's time."
Beta was the one who woke him and slowly lead him towards the grounds, where all the raptors had converged.  Even the females and hatchlings were there, watching him, staring intensely at him.  The leader himself stood in the centre as he snarled:
	"Stranger, you came here without a name, yet you wish to join our pack with none to call your own, not even able to remember the nest you crawled from?"
	"Yes...my leader."
	"You wish to join us, despite your strange scent, your front claws different from us, and your odd markings that make us suspect of your true origins?"
	"Yes, I do!"
	"...My brethren, here is a stranger who has acted himself the way one of us should.  He has given us food, and he has risked his life to protect our new home.  With these duties he has proven his worth to be one of us.  We shall now accept him into our clan, a name given to him in turn from us."

They screeched at James in a supportive tone, which relieved him as Alpha moved closer to him.  The leader started to chirr rather strangely, and lick his cheek slowly in an oddly affectionate manner.
	"You once claimed that you would be as willing as a female in season?"
The question was rather offputting, but he remembered it well.
	"I...yes, I did my leader."
	"Then consider your claim tested, for as a way to mark you with our scent, we will make you feel like one, just as you wished."
	"WHAT?"
The surprising comment was given more weight when James was held down by two warrior raptors piling on top of him, his rear exposed to all as the leader trodded closer.  He soon showed a growing saurian erection from a pouch-like bulge between the legs.
	"B-b-but my leader!  This isn't-"
	"This is how we shall mark you, since you are a newcomer not born from our eggs.  This is how we have always marked newcomers, to be filled with our essence as part of our pack."
	"But I'm not a female!"
	"Do you want our scent or not, you pathetic hatchling!?!?"
	"I...y-yes..."
	"Then you shall be marked by all of our warriors, as we fill you with our strength, including your new leader."
Alpha trotted to behind James and mounted the raptor without hesitation,  half-clambering onto his back with a hanging length of 9 inches long.  His claws planted onto James' haunches before he plowed all the way into his tailhole, brutally hilting, making him screech in pain.
	"AAAAGH!"
	"Silence, or else we shall cast you out from our pack marked and stripped to the bone!"
The alpha raptor was vicious in his thrusts, unrelenting, primal, emotionless except for instinctive lust.  To him this was more duty than pleasure, raping the newcomer to make him part of his pack, hearing the whimpers and muted screeches with a feral pleasure, hearing the signs of his dominance above another.  There was no malice here.  Only lust and duty.
And yet despite the pain in his rear from the savage pounding of hips, with claws digging into his scales deep enough to redden them with small rivers of blood, James wanted to be part of them.  He needed it, his primal need to belong somewhere and not be an outcast.  The feral part of his mind pleading to be of a pack, to not be outnumbered against the world urged him on despite the painful drilling into his ass.
Tears flecked his eyes as he raised his tail more for his leader.  To James, this was also duty, and certainly not pleasure.  And yet despite this, his instinctive submission wanted more, his desire to be accepted overriding his pleas to wish the pain to stop, before he changed his pleas to want more.
	"Ohhhh...my leader...mark me...fill me..."
	"Yes...now you accept me...you will accept my pack inside you.  Every one of them to fill you with their seed, so the land will know which pack you are from."
	"Ah...yes...I belong to you...I belong to your pack...all of you...forever."

And with that proclamation, the alpha came inside James, screeching at the wondrous orgasm into the tight unusual scaly hole, and slipped off of his newest subject, before his personal strongest members began to mount him.  James whimpered, bracing himself for a long night of submissive initation.  They were dutiful in their thrusts, yet lacking restraint in lust, slapping their pouches against him, turning his hole red raw and dripping wet with feral cum.
Each brutal thrust made his ass hurt more and more, even starting to bleed eventually.  His blood was even lapped up by others in their curiosity for his taste, the mixing of it with the seed of their clan making it all the more intriguing.  The raptor whimpered, but tried his best not to screech, trying to endure it, the feeling of which awoke a strange pain in his heart that made him want to cry, as if he had experienced this before.
When his ass wasn't available, they would grind their cocks hard against his body, almost stabbing him with them, cumming one by one onto his scales, truly marking him with splatters of bitter velociraptor semen on his snout.  His belly, his back, his legs and his ass which was kept well-fucked and thoroughly full by four males, not counting the leader.  The ritual was soon to be finished, as the leader rose to proclaim:
	"We now have a new member among our pack, filled with the strength of our greatest warriors and the scent of our history-"
	"Oh, thank you my leader, thank you!  I swear I shall never leave, now that I belong somewhere-"
	"SILENCE!  Now...we must mark you."
The leader called forth all those who were not adult males, the females and hatchlings mainly, to wander over and aim their crotches at their newcomer.  Soon came several volleys of bitter hot raptor urine, squirting over him.  It spread across the seed on his scales, all over his face, his tail, his claws  Any who were still not yet done would piss directly in front of him to create a puddle, to which the leader demanded:
	"To be full of our scent, you must breathe in our scent, let it fill your body...if you do not, you are worthless to us."
Without any more need to resist, James gently pushed his snout down into the mixed puddle of urine, murring as he tried to mask his disgust at the bitter juices, rubbing his nose deeper into it.  He sensed one or two females in heat from the mixture, which made it easier to handle.  Eventually he started to lick the ground, the final barrier of initiation broken through as ordained by his new leader.
	"The marking is complete....welcome to our pack, stranger."
Despite the pain, humiliation and revulsion of what he had to do, just hearing that chirr of acceptance made him smile.  Finally, in his feral mind, he was no longer lost.