Cerulean Cape O sea that beats when wild hearts beat no more

Yummy in the tummy!

Steady had been patrolling the borders when he caught the faint smell of Phocion. The trail was a little old, but not old enough not to follow. Steady had no reason to follow his new pack mate, other than curiosity and maybe the hope of finding something to eat.

So, he followed the trail that lead towards the ooean. When he arrived, his gaze caught sight of Phocion, a bird between his legs, and licking his shoulder. Steady trotted over, his tail wagging at the sight of the plump bird. 

Looking to Phocion, he grinned. Great job! he exclaimed, before his gaze shifted to his shoulder. Are you okay? he asked.