Wheeling Gull Isle Insistence in insanity

It wasn't as though the little fox had wanted to be disturbed. He was in his own little world. A mad world, but it was his. Various tortures raced through his mind. That rabbit head. teehee the wild little laugh escaped as his trance was disturbed by the approach of another.

His one white paw lifted as she woofed in greeting, turning his gaze on the dark female that approached. His green eyes fixed on her, or behind her. Yes. Bonjour was that an insult? "Nope, it wasn't bonjour. Not at all, it was that rabbits head." He said with a determined nod. That made sense right? Not that he cared.

"Hi though, that's usually a polite way to introduce yourself. Not these slanderous names. Madman, pest, bonjour it's all very. ..rude." Again he nodded, another small, playful laugh escaped as his previously lifted paw swatted at the rock he was sitting on, it wasn't soft enough he wanted a soft stone. A frown spread over his features for an instant.