Cerulean Cape High maintenance means you're a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean

Raptor's brazen efforts only awarded him with a paltry chunk of flesh no larger than his own paw and it came at a great expense. The blubber did not give way like he thought it would. Instead of him tearing it off smoothly and bounding out of harm's way in one fluid motion, his momentum was broken by unexpected resistance and he was unable to recover and act quick enough to dodge the viper-like strike Wylla made.

Her teeth clamped down onto his foreleg like a steel trap, drawing a loud squall from the corsair as the measly blubber dropped into the sand. He fought to free himself, shaking and jerking his leg at the risk of cutting his own flesh on her teeth if she did not do it for him first. Desperate and furious, and absolutely smarting with a feeling of worthlessness, Raptor made a lunge for the bridge of her muzzle, hoping to drive her off and away.