Cerulean Cape At The Edge

Diaval saw that she was fiddling with something in the sand - or perhaps just digging. Curious. But he had been spotted and he stopped himself from taking another step backward. He saw the soft wag of her tail and he flicked his eyes away nervously. 

What could happen? She could attack him and take his kill. That was probably the worst, assuming she would not kill him (surely not). Did he want to risk it? Thanks to the male from before, it wasn't like Diaval was starving. If she forced him to relinquish his meal, he could stand it. And there was always a chance to she wouldn't. He looked back at her. She was also pretty. He knew, logically, that should not matter but somehow it did.

He took a hesitant step forward, then another, until he was approaching her with purpose. 

He dropped the gull at his feet as he pulled up beside her. She was really pretty. His eyes flickered over her form for a very quick second, hardly seeing anything at all with the haste of his glance. She was patched with much more color than him - soft tones, warm but pale at the same time. His tail wagged nervously.

"Uh - hello." he smiled a soft, nervous smile. "My name is, uh, Diaval." had he even told anyone his name yet? He couldn't remember, his brain a vibrating jumble of nerves.