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[PINCHER]

Pincher adored stormy nights especially when he was able to hear the explosive thunder that crackled in the heavens above. Perhaps it was because it reminded him of the times when he had been trapped in the sea during times when weather was at its worst, how everyone would yell and work together to stay alive. It was perhaps the only time Pincher had not minded taking order from his father because he had better knowledge of what to do in those situations. Now when he heard it, the memories would shuffle into the male's mind and he would chuckle. Memories. They were becoming fickle to Pincher ever since he had returned. He despised it but knew better than to try and dwell on why he was struggling to connect ties together.

His powder cyan blue eyes were flickering down at the sand as he walked, slowly chasing after a crab that was trying to flee from him. However, Pincher was rather craving crab and he pawed after it with his velvety ears pricked with playful interest. Just as he was about to end the game of cat and mouse, the voices nearby caught his attention and forced Pincher out of his state of focus. The tall captain directed his attention now to his crewmates who appeared to surround some large...egg. His fictional eyebrows quirked up with confusion as the sleek onyx black canine trotted towards the scene, quickly sidestepping to avoid the mud that Caesar appeared to get stuck on. He knew only one creature that would do that and he glanced towards his older sister, a sly amused expression brushing onto his facial features before turning to face the egg. "The hell did it come from...it doesn't look like anything I've known." He leaned forward to sniff at it with his pepper black nose, slightly recoiling. Damn, this egg was fucking weird and he wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it.

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