Ashkii heeded her input with a quiet hum. Her unfamiliarity with the setting, the similar nature that her mishaps had to his own. He dipped his head, rubbing the back of his neck with a forepaw. Damn birds ain't leave me alone, either, he remarked, thought I'd gotten a bald spot on my head. His face twisted into half of a grimace, though he remained with an amused smile.

Last time he'd found himself in this strange... pocket dimension, perhaps, the woman who'd accompanied his presence was well familiar with the area. It was her home—seems that the same could not be said for her.

The sire was fixing to rise, saunter closer to the beach—but a few seconds of an abstracted reverie was blown off by the woman's sudden proximity. Perhaps a mere few inches away from his face, with an unchanging sternness on her face. Ashkiis raised his brows. Did he do something to piss her off? Pardon, he cleared his throat, I, uhh... have I got somethin' on my face? Did he actually get a bald spot?

He chuckled softly. He tilted his head over, one of his brows furrowing against his eye. Name's Ashkii, by the way. Ain't think I introduced myself yet. He patiently sat, awaiting an explanation for her sudden advancement towards him.