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

The scent of the unknown wolf hit him before his words did, and he quickly sat up looking in the direction of the scent and sound. 

He grinned back at the male, always happy to meet new wolves. "That it is," he replied as he move into a sitting position. He had come upon this spot unsuspectingly and was glad for it. It offered a nice view of the ocean, and the breeze traveled just right through the grass. The only thing that would make it better would be some company, and it seemed he now had that, too. "I'm Zigzag, but you can call me Zig or Ziggy," he followed his introduction with a slow incline of his head.