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Pincher had always been known for weighing the pros and cons of a tough decision and personally, he found enjoyment in the challenge. He enjoyed scratching out the possiblities and dangers that came with his say and frankly, didn't mind if it came back to bite him. The demigod was used to it, always ready to jump away if his plans didn't go according to what he believed they would be. But there was a difference when it came to his crew. When it concerned his group, Pincher's mind suddenly became honed onto one belief and one belief only. Safety. He didn't want to risk anyone's life in his choices, his playful banter becoming serious and filled with calculative actions of what to do and what to say. Despite the group growing, Pincher was fiercly protective of each crewmate that decided to enter the tropical island and would be ready to die for them if he had to. That was why he became infuriated when raids held casualities and despite being a pirate, he was a worrier. He worried about everything and always wanted things to go well for him even if life wasn't that way.

The jaguar had been in his quarters, staring down at some paperwork when he noticed a member had come in with news. Curious on what was happening, the male raised his head to lock his frigid blue eyes on the crewmate that explained what was happening at the border of the island, his dark ears drawing back ever so slightly. Raptors. Ascendants. His upper lip drew back to reveal a soft snarl but the male was surprised at the comment that they were looking into joining. His attention was captured and he left the submarine with his paws thumping softly against the long winding sand beaches before arriving shortly after Aita. He brushed softly against his daughters, his tail pressing softly against their backs in a welcoming manner but his attention snapped onto Owen and his companions. He halted beside quartermaster, his intense gaze narrowing as the muscular jaguar remained silent for a few lingering seconds before stating flatly "Your raptors had injured and killed some of my crewmates in the past. I care about my crew's safety so I need to know this...do you think you are able to keep them under control?" Pincher's voice was low and steady, his gaze flickering briefly towards the utahraptors but not for too long. He wasn't scared of them but he didn't want any of them to harm his family or friends. It was his say who could be in or not but Pincher would listen to anything that his crewmates said about the situation.

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While Pincher listened to what Owen had to say, his supicion slowly blossomed into worry and unease. He could understand what the canine meant about it not being a controlling relationship but one based on trust and respect, allowing himself to connect with the raptors in a way that took dedication especially if they did not possess vocal language that would be able to make communication any easier. Pincher's lower jaw tightened into a lock as he glanced down at the ground, trying to think of what to say. He personally would not mind the raptors and Owen in the Typhoon crew but he worried about members that were not accustomed to that sort of behavior of keeping distance or anything else. He sucked in a small breath of the ocean breeze before exhaling, his glacier blue eyes snapping back to lock onto the alpha of the group. "Well I do believe that makes enough sense for my crew to be aware of their actions around your raptors. So welcome to the Typhoon, Owen and...your gang."

( super rushed khdfkjf uwu )

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