acres of longing / o, Ascendants Ambassador

Pincher would listen to what Lunafreya had to say, her commentary focused on the three males in an order until she reached him, the tall obsidian colored canine curious onto what she had brought for them. His broad shoulders relaxed when he realized it was decent resources. Weaponry was something that the Typhoon had plenty of but he was always open to being gifted more especially with the growing figure of the crew. He gave a small nod thought he couldn't help but let out a small breezy laugh bubble out of his chest at the statement of seashell bracelets. Why the hell did the Ascendants think that this would be good to a clan that lived on the beach of a massive island? He decided best not to comment it and instead went to focus on the matter. "Thanks. How's the fuckers managing back at home?"

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