The seashell tradition perplexed the legate and he hadn't really participated in it seeing as well... He held not ranks until recently but even so he probably preferred his bowtie over having a rope of shells wrapped around his throat but he would likely gather seashells to show the ranks he had possessed before and had now, perhaps he could hang them outside of his shared home with Magnum. The thought made him snort quietly as he stepped along carefully onto the beach as he left his home noticing both Rowena and Drayden speaking to one another, his ears perking up slightly deciding that he would go see what the both of them were currently up to.  "Hello there," He would greet the both of them with a warm smile present on his maw with his tail flicking back and forth in a calm manner, his eyes concentrated onto Rowena for a moment only to shift over to the snow leopard cub.

"A discen." He said with a slow nod unable to chuckle in a bit of amusement, it seemed he wasn't the only one forgetting the ranks within Palm Glades. Some of them were a bit confusing but Winnie would try to remember it all to the best of his ability as the newest and current legate of Palm Glades. There was quite a few seashells scattered on the shore it made Winterhymns wonder how one could spend such precious time out of their day to find one that suited them only to search for another that represented their rank. How odd indeed. The forienger thought with a twitch of his whiskers "I'm sure that you'll find a lovely shell, Drayden. But if you require any form of assistance during this search, I wouldn't mind lending a paw." He could at least help look for a yellow or gold she'll to represent the gladiator rank.