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A sharp frown cut through his usually stoic features at the sound that erupted from his company. An obvious indication of pain. Before he could offer to help (or even snatch the little pincher just for revenge) she had chucked it off of her paw.

"Not sure if that's the official name but, it's what I'm calling them." He wasn't about to drive home the point that calling them anything else besides Pinchers didn't seem fitting. The club-pawed female had already learned that for herself.

His features seemed to soften back out at her hasty introduction. She was a lot more talkative than the creatures he had encountered so far — the jury was still out on if that was a good thing or not. "Rokig." He finally spoke with a smile that would almost seem unnatural on his features.