Pincher had grown alongside the sea, always beside the foam and the salt. Even if he moved all his life, he had always stuck to the outskirts of the salty waves and the shrieking cries of seagulls. The desert was more of a mystery to him since he only traveled in it for a few days but never stuck to it. He guessed that maybe because it felt odd to be in a place so dry and not have what sustains life...water. One couldn't live with water, not a single organism could as it was vital and important in the grand scheme of nature and life. Maybe that's why he felt such a deep connection to it, a shred of hope that it would bring back his sons from the dead. He decided his birthplace, the tropical island granted him to be surrounded by water, every corner filled with the deep marine sea.

His eyes were focused on the horizon that glinted like sheets of shining fabric as the sun struck then moving waves, his thin tar black pupils locked onto the line where the sea and sky met. He closed his tired gaze for a brief moment as the demigod inhaled the disgusting smoke before exhaling it in a swirl of nicotine that danced at the edge of his lips. However it appeared his smoke break was interrupted by the voice of a stranger, his ink black ears pricked he turned his head towards the direction and caught sight of an unknown female and the figure of Victor. Curious to see who it was, he gnawed on the cigarette end as he rose to his feet and stalked towards them.

”May I ask who is asking?” Pincher questioned with a rumbling low voice as the ash gray panthera hybrid halted beside the husky with his rich sapphire blue gaze locked onto Aster. Her voice was hinted with an accent but it was different to his mix of Brummie Irish accent as the wildcat tipped his head ever so slightly to the side while waiting for her to answer Victor's and his inquiries.

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