Kian blinked once or twice, or perhaps even five or six times.  Hard to mistake a member of the Faolain clan; not just because they were all tiny-ass rusty spotted cats, but they all generally looked alike.  Nonetheless, Raziel was the last person the former captain would expect to simply spot on the beach and he had to take a moment or two to simply process who he was looking at.  It was definitely Raziel.  I must've eaten or drank something...

Frowning, the younger Faolain bounded over, peering intently at the other feline, almost getting nose-to-nose with him, brows creased.  "Raz?" Kian tried to remember the last time he had seen his older brother; a long time.  Generally, he did his best to stay out of his way; it was the least he could do after everything went to shit.  Besides, he had his own things to deal with, and Raziel had not been one of them.  That being said, Kian was rather fond of his older brother; the two would've been closer, he thinks, if the other had actually bothered to pay attention to him more than his books.

Finally, he just chuckled, sea-green eyes dancing.  "Not a fish, kid," he shook his head in hopeless exasperation, still bewildered at the arrival of Raziel out of all people. "My brother." Kian would have to inform Seamus before his twin did something rash; the two didn't exactly get along after all. "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?" One glance around told Kian all he needed to know about the circumstances of his brother's arrival, and that it didn't exactly go well.

Family was always a good thing to have wherever you were. Not just one made out of biological blood but any kind of comfort one could find in the hardships of life. He had at first had a tiny family in the very beginning of his residency within the rich tropical island's territory, Goldenluxury and Coldblue being the first parts of his new family. He had struggled in settling into the idea of having to take care of children, his mindset scarred by the loss of his first borns when he had not been able to be there for them when they needed him the most. It had led the canine to lock himself away briefly from Guru's and his children, worried that fate would play a wicked game with him once again just to mock him. But then he began to grow close to his daughter, Goldie. Her warmth and kindness managed to melt his ice covered heart and Pincher began to contribute more time to Goldie. Coldblue was a struggle to connect to but he still desired to grow close to his son despite the obvious awkward tension between them for he knew Coldblue was one to hold a grudge, so much like his father and yet so different.

At the moment that everyone was surrounding a new rusty-spotted feline into the crew, the broad-shouldered captain was stepping lightly over the sloping hills of sand that at times held patches of long golden dry grass that softly waved and danced in the summer breeze as the obsidian doberman was heading to check on the main border when he heard the commotion that was near where he was. He slowly turned away from his destination, noticing that his crewmates were surrounding a stranger that he could not see due to the crowding. Curious, the towering demigod arrived with piercing unfaltering icy blue eyes as the male slipped to the side of Argus, glancing briefly at his quartermaster when he noticed the slight aura of unease that surrounded her but he decided not to say anything about it. Instead, Pincher snapped his gaze onto Raziel, tipping his head down to be able to see the smaller male face to face as Pincher allowed a faint low chuckle to rumble in his throat as he heard the last statement that Raziel had made. "Oh trust me, mate - we'll find a use for ya. If you're gonna live here, you gotta contribute. Name's Pincher, I'm the captain of the Typhoon." He replied with a small nod of formality.