Ocean's Breath Plateau Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes.

Having already deemed this area ideal for basking after a bit o' fishing, Fishhook had decided to call this plateau "home" until further notice. He'd lazed throughout much of the day and had had a large saltfish earlier to sate him, so his spirits were high and well-rested while his social feelers flexed outward for some much-needed company. He felt his luck change for the better a moment before he could recognize the scent of another wolf on the sea-faring breeze. The reedy male made a beeline for the source, coming across a rather strapping agouti with eyes that glinted smartly in the dark.

The tousled Fishhook approached casually, keeping his gait and posture as unassuming as possible while he whuffed for attention. "It's a good night, yeah?" he wedged in first, tossing the wolf an easy grin.