Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She was not nearly as quick as he had been. Or graceful, as he leapt in the air. The sand shifted under her paws, making her footing slightly unsteady. Caught up in the thick of the swirling vortex of gray and white, she found it difficult to orient herself. There was no clear target to latch onto, to single out.

The snap of jaws, of Diaval's, rang in her ear not far away. It sounded as if he had caught something. She would have turned to look, had she not been so distracted by the whoosh of feathers all around her. All but a handful of the gulls were now out of reach, taking refuge further down the beach, as if nothing had happened.

But in the chaos, a single bird had gotten trampled, but not badly. Tossed onto the sand, it was slow in getting up, shaking out it's feathers. She honed in on the vulnerable gull, who was just now trying to make a getaway. She lunged, or rather, dived into the sand, her chest colliding with it in a thud. Her jaws wrapped around a leg, which was surprisingly strong. However, the gull was not going without a fight. Powerful wings beat down furiously upon her skull, a needle sharp beak pecking painfully at her ears, drawing beads of blood.