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

Oh man, Niita had a sweet gaze. It played a very interesting counterpart to Steady, who stared at him like he wanted to set him on fire. Phocion wanted to laugh. It was clear the black beta had a crush on the newcomer. How could he stop him?! Obviously, the beta could have the choice of mate of whomever he wanted. Phocion was simply an underling, an opportunistic flirt.

"Good luck, you two," Phocion said, smiling. He began to slink toward a seagull, picking at a fish it had caught. Still as the moon, he crept forward and pouncd, but the damned bird got away, flying off with a cry of alarm. Drat. This looked just great on his resume, especially in front of a pretty female like Niita.

"Welllp," he drawled, stepping back toward his large pelican kill. "Hope you guys have better luck than me." He watched them with interest. Steady looked at Niita liked he wanted to possess her there and then. Phocion resisted a laugh. He had been turned down so many times in life that he barely noticed this proclivity of Niita's toward the beta. Whatever. There would be other wolves. Right?