Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

Something; somewhere, called Saltshore. Coastal, if he had to guess. And then a valley, and then—
Well shit, you've sure lived a lotta lives, he cracks, a little look given to the girl at her hip as his lips part into a grin. you like travellin', then? his head drifts down to rest atop his paws, although it all but flops to the ground between them, teeth clattering with a loud snap.
Where was he going?
Well.
I don't know, actually, his ears twitch. I don't got a plan or nothin'. My plan was to live in the Isle, but, uh, y'know. Guess I shouldn't count my chickens 'fore they hatch.
As the pause comes to settle, he searches for her eyes. Pretty eyes, he thought; them long lashes and that sunkissed pelt you only saw in the northern girls back home. And he'd noticed it, the signs; the flutter of her tail, the warmth that speckled her cheeks.
Goddammit, he's a sucker.
Where're you headed?