Cerulean Cape Cause for hate and a cause for ending, it sounds so easy

For the weeks following his last altercation with the silver female from the down the shore, Raptor found himself staring down a fork in the trail and had stole away to chew on the choice he had to make. In the heat of the moment he had thought his decision certain and thought he knew what he had to do. But when he had calmed, old doubts and insecurities flocked back like hungry gulls that had been briefly chased off a carcass. He questioned himself. He questioned his future. He questioned his place among the crew. He questioned it all.

Stretched out like a sentinel sphinx on a rock, the sable wolf glanced down at the foreleg her teeth had rended. He had kept the wounds clean with salt and tongue. No flies had infested him. No infection had set in. The rips and tears were mostly knitted together now, bound by tough cords of scar tissue. The sight of it drew a smirk to his lips as his burnt umber eyes skimmed the break of the waves across the sea. As he breathed the saline air. As he felt the sun warm on his back. As he beheld the retreat of the snow beyond the reach of the tide.

Alright then.

Raptor, Quartermaster of the Ironsea crew and a master rum-maker of the Killdevil name, rose to his feet and set a course north. His eyes brimmed with intense determination, and his cocksure swagger had taken on predatory aspect with his head held low, his ears pressed forward, and his tail stiff behind him; though it periodically swayed with a hunter's thrill.

The fur along his nape and spine stood on end and quivered in the breeze as it brought her scent to him. It spurred him to lengthen his stride and to close in as his body thrummed with fevered excitement. He did not slow as he sighted her coming down the cape. Snarling hatefully and slavering, and with long fangs bared, he barrelled recklessly toward her. There was no hesitation, for he could not allow there to be if he was to remain committed to this act.

Raptor struck at her furious and wild, jaws snapping savagely in quick succession at her face as he threw himself into an unrelenting attack.

In his mind, he was already watching her fall dead at his feet.