Nefarious was finding that it was easier than he had initially anticipated: becoming accustomed to pack life that was starkly different than Akkuma as Swiftcurrent Creek was. It was before dawn, the air chilled with the frigid breath of old man winter as he bore down upon the Wilds, prepared to divide and conquer. Nefarious wasn't certain on if he was ready for winter, or not, but whether he was prepared was irrelevant. Winter was coming; and it didn't care if he was prepared or not. The young Shaman initiative had no stores, medicinal or otherwise. He could start to collect things, surely, but some of what he needed wouldn't come back around until Spring and he would have to make do with what he could, finding possible substitutes if at all possible. Nefarious didn't like working with knock-offs but beggars couldn't afford to be choosers. He would make do with what he could find and hope that, if his services were ever needed, that the substitutes did their job.
Sleep wasn't something that he was able to receive in a large quantity yet, this Creek still too new and foreign to the Kesuk for him to be able to settle into a deep sleep. Power naps did the trick, for the moment, but Nefarious knew that sooner or later he would need to take his guard down and allow himself some real slumber. Until that day, however, power naps sufficed. The fog, the more Nefarious kept walking became thicker, heavier, denser. For Nefarious, whom was still rather unfamiliar with Creek lands, it left him entirely disoriented, and took most of his attention to avoid face planting a tree. He side swept one quickly when his nose touched the hard bark, and paused, guard hairs bristling with startled surprise at the scent of another as it assuaged his flared nostrils. Knowing that it was better to hold off on attempting to find his fellow pack member conventionally, Nefarious let out a chuff, hoping that the fog didn't swallow it. “Hello?” He called out into the void, wondering if he was truly as close to the other as it appeared or if the fog was simply messing with him, again.