Voices in ones head was certainly a peculiar subject if it was ever to be brought up. Many were able to explain what the voices said and desired but Pincher? He had no fucking clue what the voices wanted, they spoke in low hushed whispers and in a language that he had never heard of before despite his vast linguist talent. It was irksome and frankly, Pincher wanted to just rip through his skull and dig out whatever thoughts burned inside. He wanted them to stop demanding so much attention from him since he already had plenty in his plate already. Being the captain and maintaining the security of the Typhoon was exhausting and the male wanted to return to the bottom of the ocean to ask whatever was down there why they had resurrected him. What was the reason? Was it just for him to become their little monkey? He bit down on his salmon pink tongue as he was strolling through the rainforest, jaws biting down on a lit cigarette.

Then he heard the voice of Rochelle nearby, his round soft tar black ears pricking as he realized that she was speaking to someone. His forked tongue slowly slipped out at the side to trace the scent and all he caught was the Typhoon's and a stranger's so he supposed it was either a troublesome trespasser or a potential joiner. Deciding both of them needed his attention, the looming jaguar pushed through the vegetation and stepped onto the sand with his cool icy blue eyes flickering towards Rochelle as the lupine introduced herself despite appearing a little nervous. A faint smile traced his muzzle as he aimed to gently bump his broad tattooed shoulder in a friendly encouraging manner before turning to focus on the stranger that had arrived on a boat. Huh. His fictional eyebrows raised in faint surprised since hardly any came to the tropical island on a boat. "My, my, someone knows how to travel the waves." Pincher rumbled, attention now honed onto the stranger as he wondered who he was.