The large reptile padded languidly down a dirt path that cut through the thick, plains grass of the Vast Plains. He shook his head, letting the dirt fly off of him in a giant cloud, his feathers ruffled in annoyance against the grime. A good grooming sounded heavenly right now, but he didn't really feel like stopping. His blue feathers glinted in the sunlight, despite being slightly coated with a thin layer of dust.
He cooed softly as he looked around, though unable to see. The plains were aptly named. Vast, wide and flat expanses of land that seems to stretch on forever. He could sense the vast emptiness. He didn't even know how long he'd been walking this same path. In fact, he could have been going in circles. Yes, it was possible. But it didn't seem like he cared. He just kept walking, his large, sightless eyes peering straight ahead.