Traveling was a big part of who Pincher was and who he came to be. He had grown up on long winding roads and trails, most unmarked until his father and their gang came along. He wondered why his father had held a passion for traveling that he later inherited but the question had never been answered. Unless one counted a grunt to ‘fuck off’ as an answer. As time passed, Pincher eventually grew fond of constantly moving and seeing new places even if the desire to settle down and have a place to call home. He remembered when he had finally been able to have the chance and well...it haunted him. The grief. The pain. It was hard for him to settle down again but this time in the Typhoon. He had family here that were still around and crewmates that followed him even if he held doubts for himself. Despite the rough patches that he went through, it was still the place he would always call home.

The demigod was stepping over a fallen palm tree when he heard the faded voices of his members in the distance. His long pale tongue flicked out from his jaws as he tasted the air and realized there was one scent he did not recognize out of the ones that he could. Tipping his head ever so slightly to the side with his jewel blue gaze locking onto the group, Pincher arrived with his long tail raising ever so slightly with curiosity as to who this could be. The other male had not rung the bell and simply stood there in a stoic silence that hung around except when Goldie and Victor had spoken. He raised a white laced paw to rub at his feather earring as he rumbled “Can you talk, stranger?” There was a slight humorous sarcastic tone to his voice as the Romanian male rolled his broad shoulders after setting his paw down against the sand.

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