Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She was on board and he was pleased. Even as she settled next to him, he was not distracted. The screeching swarm alighted on the crab and he had to hold himself back from lunging with tremendous control. It set him trembling slightly, his eyes wide and fixated upon the mass.

Then, Keyni touched his shoulder and he bolted forward, at her side and just behind. 

The white-grey cloud scattered.

He leaped, his teeth snapping. He attained nothing in the air, landing nimbly on his feet, and swung his jaws to grasp at something as it screeched and flapped in his peripheral. His teeth closed on feathers, those of a wing, and he was beaten immediately by the bird as it tried to free itself. Diaval shook his head instinctually, flailing the bird around, and released it when its beak found its mark in his muzzle. Feathers flew.

With its wing held awkwardly and stunned into stillness, Diaval jumped on it and pinned it, a bit of blood trickling from his muzzle. Between the crab and the gull, he had not come away unscathed. 

At the bird flapped awkwardly, unable to escape his paw pressing it into the sand, he looked for Keyni, reorienting himself and trying to see if she had caught anything.