Really, Aizawa was still pissed about the whole situation. He didn't like these assholes, especially after what they did to Atbash, which had happened twice now. Jacob should have gotten a hint the first time what kind of people they had been dealing with. But he supposed he was too much of a lovestruck puppy, so in the end, they all ended up hurt. As much as he would have liked to teach them some respect, their leader had specifically told them to be civil, so he had reluctantly agreed. Still, it didn't make him any less unhappy about being here.

He scowled as he waited at the border, tail lashing restlessly behind him. Just beside where he stood was a medium sized crate full of resources and whatever else the Typhoon would need. He had pushed it all the way here, and if it ended up being all for naught, he would kill them right where they stood, peace treaty or whatever be damned. "Here's the shit you wanted," he grumbled as he awaited for someone's arrival.

"SPEECH"

Did Snowbound think Pincher was one for jokes and empty threats? He had stated it straight in their leader's face that he was going to unleash hell for breaking a deal with him and his crew with resources that they deserved to have returned even if Snowbound had never had ambassadors for them. The rage he had felt was not ebcause of the broken alliance but that they had hardly recieved much in return especially when it came to resources and if anyone knew Pincher, they would know that he despised broken deals. He was not afraid to show it and once he had stated to his crewmates only a few days ago that Snowbound was open for attack, he was glad to see that some were willing to have their paws get a little dirty to show them that they weren't fucking around. No one fucked with the Typhoon unless they wanted to be buried with a black eye from them. So when all the capturing had been done as well as some dirty inside work from Solveig upon burning their herbs and taking some for their own supply, Pincher was simply preparing for a war to break out. He wasn't scared or nervous, he was calm and collected because he knew what he was doing. Beneath the fur were scars littering his entire body from previous wars he had been in and fighting was second nature to him, he was ready to show that to anyone that decided to get on his bad side.

The scent of Snowbound had become rather common as of the recent drama that he didn't mind that was unfolding, his pale salmon pink nose catching the scent and tipping his head ever so slightly to the side as he didn't hear any yelling or chaos, it was too quiet for his taste. However, not enough to worry him for he knew his crewmates were able to take care of themselves as the storm gray figure trekked through the sand with a matchstick hanging from his lips as he had just stepped out from his quarters to see how eevrything was going. With the weather being wonderful and the waters being calm with the ocassional splash of saltwater against his pelt, he was rather happy and as he arrived to the scene, the demigod allowed a smug smirk to lace his jaws as he halted beside the others. Pincher gently flicked his tail-tip in a warm touch to Cleo and Aita before stepping in to take charge as he glanced towards Luca, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Damn right, here I thought I needed to visit you guys more." Pincher commented as his calculative blue gaze snapped toward Aizawa before nodding towards Rochelle, glad that she was able to take control of the situation.

He halted in front of the crate, using a quick sharp slice of water to break open the lid and have him view what they had brought. His jet black ears twitched as he glanced at the resources that they had been wanting though Solveig had brought back herbs from Snowbound after burning their shit down but...they didn't know that it was the Typhoon that had done it for he knew how well Solveig was at those kinds of missions. He pulled out a small dagger, shifting it in his paw as he wrinkled his nose. Damn, they really didn't excel much in blacksmithing did they but he guessed the frozen hippies didn't really do much fighting. "Seems decent enough. Now that our little deal is finally completed, you can tell little Atbash that the Typhoon will no longer fuck around with your group. I'll make sure that anyone who does gets punished or exiled if they dare to go against my orders. All's well that ends well, am I right?" Pincher commented as he picked out some herbs to inspect, his voice laced with venomous satisfaction, a mixture of civility and superiority. He was satisfied for now and that's what mattered.

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↠↠Tokoyami hadn't been here nearly long enough to really know anything about the little skirmish that had happened between Snowbound and the Typhoon. He almost didn't care, but he couldn't quite say that- he'd always had a mild interest for politics, whether he was in Japan at UA or... here. He knew that the two clans weren't on the best of terms, but he didn't know quite why. Something about supplies, he guessed? The crow-headed feline had wanted a more detailed explanation before, but talking to his clanmates ended up being a bit of a strain sometimes.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't like them at least a little bit. He had begun following crowds lately. Usually crowds went where something interesting was happening, and Tokoyami usually enjoyed whatever was interesting. Today, though, they had seemed to pick out something really... strange.

At first glance, the Snowbounder was just that- a normal Snowbounder. But immediately, his eyes widened with recognition. That was Aizawa, his old homeroom teacher. His beak gaped ever so slightly, but he had the thought to close it. The issues that they had been discussing thus far went over his head as his brain swam through theory after theory of why in the holy hell Aizawa was here. As far as Tokoyami knew, he and his fellow students had been the only ones to die, and he himself had been the only one to reincarnate. He wasn't exactly in the best state of mind at that point, despite his usual level-headedness.

The feline stayed silent, though. Even if he had known Aizawa in his former life, things were still very tense between their clans. If he spoke out as if they'd known each other for years, they would both look suspicious, and Tokoyami didn't want that so soon after his own joining. So he hung back, listening to Pincher as best as he could as the jaguar spoke. He wanted to at least offer his thanks, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop talking if he started. His beak remained firmly shut, and Tokoyami blinked. His face found its placid, indifferent expression again and held onto it, no longer scrambling through surprise and confusion.

He watched, almost too focused, as Pincher picked through the herbs and weapons.

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