Cerulean Cape thunderclap

as if balanced very precariously on the edge of his seat, Lycaon watched the quandry in Raptor's integrity crank like an old windlass lifting a bridge that hadn't been winched in centuries--and was more than happy to stroll right across that bridge and high-five the troll under it as soon as his giant raccoon chum folded under his clearly superior capacity for conjuring gross imagery. 

he bounded over with his tail lofted, both amiabily and with windsailed self-satisfaction. "only because you insist!" he said, a grin flapping against his cheeks. but don't ye dare tell anyone I shared with ye... Lycaon slowed til there was a temporary pause in his gait, stunned with a gasp that Raptor might even suggest he would dare break confidentality between them.

"who, me? your good old pal, Ly? i wouldn't speak a word." he said in solemn oath, carefully orbiting the rotting corpse of the seal with his eyes drawn to Raptor... just in case he tried any shenanigans while Lycaon was too distracted to chaperon the prestige of his fanny.

"whoever you called earlier kinda snubbed ya hardcore, huh. that sucks." he said, levying a paw against the seal's blubber as he tugged at it's rubbery skin. it separated from bone much easier than he thought it would, and Lycaon careened backwards, slapping himself upside the face with the strip of meat fixed between his teeth.