Cerulean Cape if someone is talking about you behind your back, just fart

Raptor was wary when Raptor was wary. But when he wasn't he wasn't and in this case he wasn't. The sable corsair was not the least bit aware of the approach of the soot and silver female he had previously mistaken for a Smoke and Sandpiper sibling. He had set his paws and his focus to scratching and digging and scrabbling at the sand and between that, the roll of the waves and the wind that swooped over the shore, he never even heard the sound of her paws on the beach.

He had almost completed his task by the time she arrived, setting her teeth into the first end that he had already freed from the cape. It was not until he loosened the opposite end saw it jerk seemingly of its own accord did Raptor realize he had company. The pirate spun with a snarl to face the would-be thief, stamping a paw down possessively on his rib bone.

"YOU!" He blurted out. His slack-jawed and muzzle-wrinkled expression was contorted in some strained and confused look of shock. It was also not unlike the like the look of a young lad that had just slammed into his crush walking around the corner and had no idea how to recover from the folly. It was also partly the look of guilt. It was all of these things because in a flash he cycled through a slew of emotions before he settled on (and hid behind) bristling, defensive anger.

"Get the hell away from my bone!"