Pincher didn't particularly believe in missions. He didn't think anyone would be able to stick to something that they had placed themselves to complete even if it was for the "greater good", whatever the fuck that meant. Which is why he had been rather shocked when Connor had to leave to complete the mission that he had arrived to the Typhoon for. He didn't think that Connor needed to but he was oblivious to the technology that humans had created to achieve complete power over animals despite them being ones. He despised humans after the shit they had done to him, impaling him and leading to his death. Sure it had been one individual that had struck him down but he had always had a rather conflicted outlook towards them. They created both disgusting unnecessary things while also making things valuable and essential to some lifestyles. He personally didn't need to use anything made by humans but then again, Pincher was a simple guy that only desired a complicated life for certain hidden reasons. His hatred for humans only grew when Connor had been put to believe that his mission was more important than his family but he had been overjoyed when he had seen his adoptive son return to the island with the intentions to stay.

He knew that Connor wasn't exactly the best at socializing, his formalities tending to be a bit of a peculiar situation when speaking to drunken pirates that were prone to rough slang. But he was glad that he still stuck around and found enjoyment in the garden that he had with the koi fish and remained rather secluded than Pincher cared to admit. He didn't really mind because he was just happy that he was safe. The towering jaguar had been searching for Connor in hopes of spending some time with him but when he didn't find him in his personal little haven, Pincher became worried. He called out and traveled around within the jungle before deciding he should check the beaches for any clue onto where the blue/gray tabby was. Yet, as he arrived to the beach where Connor was now, his figure froze.

Why was Connor's body lying limp on the floor and a polar bear looking down at him? Pincher's warm aqua blue eyes suddenly widened with horror, his breath catching in his throat as he took a small step back. Not again, not again, not again. Large chips of ice and electricity bounced off of Pincher as the memories of losing his firstborn sons began to haunt him. The usual quick-witted demigod was now lost for words before his claws unsheathed, digging into the warm sand. Maybe he wasn't dead? Maybe it was a misunderstanding? The polar bear didn't seem to be hungry and eating him so maybe there was still a chance. "Who the fuck are you?! What did you do to Connor?!" snarled Pincher, his upper lip curling to reveal glinting ivory white fangs that were ready to bite down to create more damage onto the polar bear.

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