Cerulean Cape While I’m falling apart

At first he doesn’t notice his upcoming company, too busy fighting the seals concealed strength in a battle of life and death — for the seal at least. He is successful dragging it further onto the beach. Sand kicks up and water splashes wildly about them as the struggle continues. 

Blood pools in his mouth as he settles his limbs in a stable position and shakes. Blood blooms in his mouth then and a sickening crack sounds out as he manages to break the seals strong neck with one particularly rough shake. It’s not a big seal though, so perhaps that is why he has won his victory so quickly, but definitely not effortlessly. 

When he drops the animal’s twitching body to the sand he stands over it with a bloody maw dripping with salvia and crimson. His purple-black tongue falls from dangerous jaws — flat and panting as he catches his breath from the exertion of battle. 

That’s when he hears a soft, cooing woof drift through the wind and into spotted auds. They shift and he turns his head to spot a dark stranger with hints of agouti or cream in their fur. The coffee undertones shine easily through the morning light, but the thing he notices most is their size. Very, very small in comparison to him, he could snap them like a twig, but they’d probably be able to outrun him before he even gets to the good part. 

He continues eyeing them for another second or two. Noticing their skeletal frame and the underfed arch of their ribs. His nostrils flare in an attempt to catch a scent, but is met with nothing but the sour smell of the salty, sea air. He must be downwind. 

He thinks of having pity on them and offering some of the seal he most definitely won’t be able to eat entirely himself, but he is a selfish, brash, and wretched creature and he fights with himself. Only to cave a few moments later…

He grabs the seal by the neck once more and silently drags it a couple feet towards them before dropping it once more. Jutting out his chin in a gesture to have some he eyes them down with his signature scowling expression. His eyes do hold a touch of interest though. How would they react? Would they be grateful? Perhaps they’d thank him. Perhaps they’d blow him off and deny the offering. All he can do is wait and see.