“I don't think that you would find anything of interest among them.” Bermuda said after a moment. “The waters are cold and unless you find a spot near the vents you likely won't find much life either.” The waters were always icy but near a vent it was like even imagined ice melted. Far hotter than anything that he wanted to willing swim into. He was more used to ice cold waters than the boiling ones.
Bermuda glanced at Loch's fins as the other states he comes from the abyssal plains. He could believe it. Darker colors to hide in the dark waves but more vibrant tones to possibly draw in prey as well as the mutation on his forehead similar to an angler fish. It would be useful to have when you couldn't rely on your other senses to find your next meal.
“You might not have traveled as far as you think you have.” The sea dweller stated. “I was in oceans and waters far from here and when I went to surface I found a new land and waters that tasted of different magic.” Bermuda said as he remained where he was in the waves. The water lapping at his paws. Not really bothered that he had been yanked from his home. He had seen it happen to so many others and it wasn't that much of stretch to think it could happen to him at any moment.
“I'm willing, though I'll be honest hunting prey on land isn't something I'm used to.” He said with a bit of a shrug. Not bothered by the fact that he couldn't find and catch food on land. Why would he when waters near the surface were so filled with prey that all he needed to do was flash a little light, wiggle a tentacle like a floundering worm and they came right to him. “We could use the meat from that if you aren't going to eat it.” Bermuda said nodding at the mussel.