Oystercatcher Tide Pools absolute misery

Hopefully I responded to everyone sufficiently. I'm not used to big group threads (which for me is mroe than 2 people lol)!

The three ladies that Jizaar had been so fortunate to meet seemed to settle down. And no more appeared suddenly beside them, as Ying had promised. Jizaar took a breath, composing himself and keeping his body language calm and his grin easy. He rested his bright blue eyes on each female in turn as they spoke, waiting for a lull in conversation—either at him, or at each other in their own strange language.

It turned out, as the dark one explained, they did not call their own language anything. Jizaar nodded his head. “Jizaar supposes that makes sense,” he said. “He does not call his own language anything, either.” The word Mandarin was of interest to him, though, his ears perking as it was spoken. He decided to file that small bit of information away for later, though for what purpose, he wasn’t sure. In what context besides this one would the name of a language even come up?

He was asked by the black-and-white female why he was here, and couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Where is here?” he asked, teasingly. “By the ocean? In the north?” In this freezing cold, miserable land that was nothing like his home? He grimaced. “Jizaar is here to wander,” he finally answered. “To see new places, to learn new things.” He tilted his head to the ladies. “To meet new people, yes?” He looked around at the area, the ocean, the tide pools, the sand, farther up the coast. “To hunt, too, perhaps. Though… in such cold, he wonders what there is left to hunt. Surely the fish cannot survive in such frigid weather.” He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought.