"Maybe it's you who needs to pay more attention." He snaps, then pauses to let the water wash against and around his aching legs, nose gesturing slightly at its frothy surface as it stills and begins to reverse direction. Demonstrating, he lifts one foreleg with a sharp sucking sound, revealing a hole created by the sand beneath his hooves being drug back out to sea with the tide. "I move with purpose, not fear."
He shuffles aside then, eyeing the mare more analytically. His critical mind wonders if she's ever bothered to set hoof in the ocean before or always just spread her wings and soared away before reaching its edge. He guesses her older than most of the barely matured natives around here, though far from his advanced state of decay, but perhaps she still lacks the stillness to rest in one place long enough to observe the world around her.
"If I was wounded though," He consciously forces his gaze to stay level instead of dropping to the puckered skin of his left shoulder, lips pursing in their denied urge to rub at the deeply throbbing pain there. "What assistance would you offer?"
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Sohalia