Misses their siblings. Sometimes wonders how they’re doing.
Unfriendly bordering hostile. They just want to be left alone and perhaps help out here and there, but the justified fear of Abyssals means they’re likely to be greeted with harpoons.
Distantly admiring, but they don’t dare approach. The pods mostly avoid them.
They know to stay well out of the Compasses’ way.
Sort of a mutual wary fear-bordering-respect. They know the currents here well, and has taken to guiding ships through storm and night across the Moonglow Sea.