Pincher didn't believe that the Typhoon was the perfect paradise that it appeared to be. And he enjoyed that it did not hold the perfect heavenly aura the island eminated from a distance. When one got closer to the island, they would notice the darkness that was contained by the lush jungle as well as the intimidating scarlet gold mixed glow eminating from the top of the active volcano. Every place had nicks and chips of weakness and while many tried not to show them, Pincher knew that his crewmates were comfortable with showing that side of them. It was filthy and dark, their sinister devious ways manifesting in multiple forms that could be simple pranking to mass murder sprees. It was really up to whoever was in the Typhoon to express their chaotic intentions upon the world they inhabited.

Pincher hummed softly an old tune that he had forgotten the lyrics of, eyes concentrated forward as he was searching for a decent palm tree that had a coconut. Most did but the ones he had looked before at were not ready and he desired the delicious water now. He was nearby when he heard the commotion, the broad-shouldered charcoal colored canine's attention becoming distracted by the voices that mingled together in a conversation. He glanced briefly at the corner of his crystal blue eye, thin tar black pupils focused on the strangers that were near the railroad gate. The captain had to admit that it was certainly the finest advantage that the Typhoon had. The only way one usually could reach the island was walking down the long strip of land that connected it to the main territories of the other clans unless one wanted to take a delicious swim in shark-infested waters outside the coral reef. He briefly turned back to the palm tree he was inspecting, using a spark of hot white electricity to cut the stem of the coconut, taking a step back to watch gravity do its magic.

After watching the fruit fall from it's spot, Pincher quickly cracked it open and lapped up the water before sinking his shark-like teeth into a piece of coconut before beginning to head towards the others. His vibrant light blue eyes flickered briely to Coldblue as his son responded, the similar arctic colored eyes the carbon copy of him. While many parents would find it joyful that their children had inherited their eye color or fur color, Pincher only felt dread. It reminded him of how his father, his uncle, and his great-grandfather all carried those cursed snake-like blue eyes, always a reminder of what the Roux family was similar to. Snakes. However, a look of faint amusement laced his sharp facial features when Blue bluntly questioned the hairless male that was standing beside the female wolf that called herself Vanessa. She was certainly attractive but Pincher's romantic views had changed ever since meeting Jacob. "Like my son said, we have shit from all across the world back at the tavern. If you'd like, you and Vanessa could go take a few drinks, just don't go overboard with it, the last thing I need is newbies messing up the place. Welcome to the Typhoon, name's Pincher Roux and I'm the Captain." He stated, offering a light sly smirk to lace his muzzle while giving a slight nod of his onyx tinted head. He wondered if these two would be familiar faces after a while.