Gold. Pincher wouldn't like to call himself greedy but he did have to make the horrible confession that he was attracted to anything that glinted in the sun and was created by earth with the graceful hand of beauty carving it's form. Like many cursed members of his twisted bloodline, Pincher was a thief. He knew how to take from others without even batting a lash or feeling a ribbon of remorse or guilt, his paws hungry for whatever that wasn't his to become his. He supposed that maybe it was because of his rough pathetic background. It was tragic and certainly did create a monster out of an innocent naive little child but Pincher knew best than to let that define him. He was a thief. His name was Pincher for fuck's sake although of how he had actually gotten the name was a different story that had been buried deep by the Captain for he did not want anyone to know the embarrassing truth. His real name itself was different and brought a sour taste to his mouth when he thought about it. Deniz. The meaning behind it wasn't surprising for it meant the "sea" for alas, his father had been a black-hearted pirate. Pincher wasn't necessarily a pirate, he tended to learn more into smooth gangster business than anything else but the thrill of plundering had always been an acquired habit that he now enjoyed from time to time. Maybe he could plunger Tanglewood sometime soon if he was in the mood for they supposedly had crocodiles and Pincher dreamed of tasting crocodile flesh.

The tall canine almost crashed into a massive palm tree in his way, his pale cofee brown paws scrambling and kicking up thick swirls of sand as he spun on his heel to avoid the foolish mistep that would have lead to him making a rather awkward attraction from his crew. Last thing he wanted was to become a laughing stock and he was not in the mood to laugh alongside them at his foolish clumsiness. However, it seemed that the attention had never been focused on him in the first place. Instead, the other two pair of eyes that were from his crew were focused on some random basket that was emitting a horrible cry that caused a warm shiver to strike his chest when he began to realize what was happening. No. No more kids. He couldn't even stand his own two kids at the moment, especially with one holding the witty attitude of himself as well as Guru's. Goldenluxury was more of the vibrant side while Coldblue held a ominous power that reminded him of himself. Many fathers would be proud to say that dumb saying "like father, like son" but for Pincher, he wanted his children to be nothing like him.

Following shortly after the ink black colored figure of Papercutter, the ocean-smelling Captain padded with tense shoulders and a facial expression that was traced with uncertain contempt. Under the vibrant moon that danced along the stars, his eyes were immediatly drawn to the fallen star that was inside the basket. His half-lidded slits widened as he halted beside Papercutter, attention now locked onto the tiny ball of fur that was in the basket. Huh. From a distance, it had appeared like a large nugget of rich enchanting gold but all that now lay in front him was some whiny child that was just going to become a leech for their resources. He wrinkled his dark pepper nose, lowering his skull to sniff it as the doberman recoiled and decided to join the conversation. Argus seemed invested in protecting the child, her motherly instincts kicking in and knowing the ivory winged wolf, she would rip the throat of anyone who seperated her "children" from her so he remained rooted to his spot as the male leaned back into a comfortable sitting position.

"I can take him in. He's still a little squirt so Guru can feed him since my kids were born recently. After he grows strong enough, he can learn to find food for himself. The hell's his name anyways?" Pincher rumbled as he scooted a little closer with his short tail gently wagging in curiosity as he noticed the name. Roma. What an odd name though Pincher couldn't really judge as the doberman simply glanced away, trying to not appear interested though deep down his exterior, he wanted the child.