Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

The massive male is skirting along the beach and managed to snatch himself a fish. The creature flops about aimlessly in his rugged, powerful jaws. Shaking his head, muscles ripple beneath his coat. The sun reflecting off of the brindled pattern all along his body. Golden eyes seem to sparkle as the rays of light reflect through them. The orbs lie on the female near the tree line as his massive paws sink through the granulates of sand  as he starts to carry himself towards her. His pace is unrushed, until he sees her move abruptly. Eyes squint in suspicion, then widen when she releases a throaty howl. 

His lip snarls slightly and he releases himself into a gallop. When he reaches her he drops the dead fish and glares to her. Sauntering he tilts his head, face obviously not impressed. “Why’re you making so much noise?” He asks, deep voice monotone but moderately quiet.