Since the meeting Nefarious had rearranged his trade priorities, spending more time on the borders than he had previously, fueled by the knowledge that they could expect an unwelcome visitor at any given time. Scimitar's warning had been the likely one they were going to receive and Nefarious was determined to prove his worth to the pack and earn his place within their ranks. If that meant sticking his medicinal (and poison) caches onto the back burner tending to them only when he had the spare time then that was what he would do. His Voodoo magicks wasn't going anywhere, and most of the things he needed to perform his curses and make his talismans could only be found within the season of re-birth — Spring and even Summer. He collected what he could — the plants and berries that did not die in the harsh chill of winter, and the ones that he knew, though learning of what was indigenous to the Wilds was more of a process than he had first anticipated it to be. The shift of trade priorities, however, had taken precedent and most of Nefarious' days were spent on the borders of Swiftcurrent Creek.
On numerous occasions, the shaman had considered it a shame that he had no talismans ready to ward off those who sought them with ill intentions, though Nefarious also considered that placing them about the borders was something he definitely wanted to check with the authority of the pack, first. To some religion and voodoo wasn't believed in and to others it was terrifying and offensive. Mostly, this was why Nefarious kept it quiet though he was hardly ashamed of himself, or in his Gods.
It had been on a patrol of the borders that he caught the scent of one, the scent of the man heavy with the scent of the Bypass, a scent that was familiar to Nefarious due to his run-in with a male called Silvermane a few weeks ago. Immediately, this caught his attention and the shaman wasted no time making it to the compartmentalized sections of the invisible borders he liked to keep them organized with in his mind where the scent was originating from. When he approached the scene, close enough to glimpse at both males, Nefarious took note that Scimitar had beat him there, and had arrived just in time to hear Scimitar's question to the silver colored male that Nefarious automatically assumed was this “Shadow” that had fathered Paar's children. It was because of this that Nefarious did not bow out and allow Scimitar to handle it on his own. Likely, the Alpha did not need the shaman's help yet even still the shaman moved closer, submitting to Scimitar before he lingered, a bit away but still close enough to jump to his alpha's side should the situation turn hostile.
For the moment the shaman opted to remain as a silent, watchful sentry, pumpkin orange gaze focused on the Unwelcome lingering a respectful distance from their borders.