He didn’t hear the subtle difference in the shifting waters, only aware he had company when two fish were suddenly tossed near where he was sitting. Chris hurried to pin them down before they could flop away from him as his blue eyes turned to the water he thought they were thrown from to call enthusiastic gratitude towards, but any words he had caught in his throat, his eyes widening when he actually saw something in the water. He could make out the silhouette of a head and shoulders in the darkness of the water beyond the reach of his fire’s light. But he could see those eyes… red and yellow layered over one another, the color only interrupted by the black of slit pupils. They glowed in the darkness of the night bright enough to illuminate a small portion of the pale bluish skin around the eyes. They were human enough in shape, but the feeling Chris got from just gazing at them… the small hairs all over his body stood on end as a deep instinctual fear waved through him. He suddenly understood why his most ancient ancestors left the water.  “Eat them while they’re fresh.”