Azalea headed out along the strip. She had never been here before, though she knew most of the west, and didn't know when the straight of land would end or open up. Water on either side, she had already zig-zagged the mile back and forth to find no opening without turning around. The point of exploring was finding new places and to back track she would go through land she had already discovered.
Eyes of fire landed on a pallid form, hung over a lazy stream of water surely salted from the seas. Paws came to an immediate halt and her head lifted and bobbed it around, trying to get a better look at what the brute was doing. She heard him chuckle and sighed, rolling her eyes as she strode forward gracefully. "Are you just being vain or are you mad?" Her question landed just as soon as she came in view of his face and at the sight of it she added to her words, "Or... perhaps you are a bit of both?"
The dove seated herself, tail straight out behind her and back straight. Eyes cast a quick glance to the water, not ballsy enough to taste it as she rather despised salt water.
