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

Fishhook's luck continued: the stranger was friendly! A good night, indeed, he thought with a delighted flash of lime-green eyes. For the benefit of his companion, the fisherwolf imitated the male's posture and made a swift recline. He curled his oar of a tail against his thigh as the other introduced himself. Ziggy, how interesting. "Good to meet ya, Zig. Name's Fishhook— or any variation thereof." His smile had waned to a degree, his thoughtless expression defaulting to a lazy sort of half-smile; the ones that drunks get just staring off into the distance. He stopped eyeing the well-formed coastal wolf and instead turned his eyes out to sea. "D'you live around here?" he asked with an air of harmlessness: like the answer didn't really matter either way.