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

Niita could think of no reason to follow the scents of both Steady and Phocion except maybe that she was curious what the two of them were up to. She set out on a fast lope, following the scent trail to the beach where seabirds wheeled and cried above. 

Phocion was crouched over one such bird, it lay dead between his legs and Steady stood off to the side. "Good going, Phocion!" Niita called out in encouragement, moving to both males' sides. 

Seeing the small gash on his shoulder, Niita frowned slightly. "Oh, you're hurt." As she would any friend, Niita moved closer and licked the tiny wound clean;effectively washing away any blood or germs from the bird's beak. After giving her work a scrutinizing look, she decided it was clean.