Pincher was a social animal. He enjoyed being able to get to know others and them getting to know what he wanted them to know. He didn't like sharing any deep dark secrets that was for sure but he did find satisfaction in knowing the pressure points of others or at least information that would be useful to him. Even the tiniest details he found satisfying to get to know and with the constant rolling mind of Pincher, enough was never enough. He was a needy hungry creature with the ambition of a god that wanted total power. He knew it was a long shot but a long shot that the captain would not mind aiming for. So he tended to get to know members or at least watch them from afar, his focused attention honed on them while he mentally took notes on their behavior and intentions. With the war that lingered on against the shitstain of a clan, the canine had the slight paranoia of there being spies. It had caused him to become quite hostile to joiners but after reassurance from his ranking assistant deputies, the male was able to settle down his nerves. Sure the Typhoon had murderers and thieves but at least they knew to keep a decent respect for the loyalty that they all shared in the group.

The long-limbed doberman was not far from where Roxanne, Tony, and Argus were but he seemed to be enjoying the peaceful alone time in a hammock. Yet instead of laying on his back, the muscular male was laying on the net-like hammock in a position where he was laying on his belly, his paws holding down a book he was reading. If one could see closely at the title of the literature was reading, it was about maps. His half-lidded frozen blue gaze flickered over the illustrated pages that showed the various types of maps from all over the world and time. He seemed engulfed in it until the dark male heard Argus state that she had not seen whoever she was talking to around before. Someone new? It caused the former hitman to glance up from his reading, tipping his head ever so slightly up to lock his gaze onto the stranger with the colorful plushie. His fictional eyebrows furrowed as Pincher supposed he should greet the newcomer. He didn't remember seeing her join before but she was certainly an oddity. Her eye was a soft shade of lilac petals but there was a glint that could be found on a razor's edge. The other eye seemed to be patched up, hidden from them and out of the minds with imagination.

Letting a small yawn escape his jaws, the charming captain stepped off the hammock, his caramel splashed paws softly pressing against the warm ivory sand that covered the bay. As he reached Argus, he halted beside the bone white wolf, velvety ears twitching as he gave a light nod of greetings towards her before deciding to focus on the stranger. Huh. She certainly did have an interesting appearance especially close up. He noticed more details on her and the aura that she emanated was one of sizzling mischief. A deadly troublemaker. "Who's your buddy, newbie?" Pincher questioned after Argus had introduced herself to Roxanne. He would introduce himself after getting an answer as he glanced towards the odd nonliving animal. This was so fucking weird but luckily Pincher had grown up surrounded by weird.