Cerulean Cape At The Edge

Her grip was just as tenacious as her attitude. Her strong jaws adjusted and repositioned, clamping down in short, firm bites. Even with the stinging pecks to her ears, which she now plastered back, she did not relent in her attack. She moved a paw to try and pin down the flailing gull, only for Diaval to intervene. 

Wincing, she saw stars when he headbutted her, even if he had not done it on purpose. The blow caused her hold to slacken, allowing her catch to slide to the sand. With it dead, at least she did not have to worry about an ongoing struggle anymore.

But now she had two other problems on her hands. One, her bleeding ears and two, the rapidly manifesting headache at the temples of her skull. While the wounds to her ear tips were minor (little more than pinpricks) they bled a lot, making her look worse for wear. "Urrghh...y-yeah. I just think my head will be a little sore for a few days..." She muttered, not at all placing the blame on him (yet), rubbing her bruised head with the length of a foreleg. She hissed then. The salt air stung her ears. She was dreading having to cleanse them.