Certainly not a fish, though what else is out there might very well be hunting them—a moment after Curufin calls out, a glimmering streak in the water stops before turning and heading in his direction. As whatever it is rises to the surface, its serpentine form becomes clearer and clearer... and then when the next wave breaks against the cliff face, it comes up too, its shell streaked with shining droplets, reflecting the rays of the sun that manage to pierce the overcast skies.

The form may not be familiar as it rises up from the rocks, but that icy skin is, and so is the face: glowing green eyes regard Curufin with a measured gaze, and a singular remaining mandible twitches once.

"Hello yourself," Glacius replies, apparently responding to having been called. "Out fishing? It seems you and I have similar ideas... I am glad to see others being resourceful in light of our new surroundings."