Swiftcurrent Creek Only hate the road when you're missing home.

Nefarious' gaze, having lingered upon her swollen sides as they had, had not been as subtle as he had hoped and the Kesuk had been caught red handed by her. It had been pointed out when she declared that she thought she had about five weeks to go before she gave birth. “I didn't mean to stare,” Nefarious moved in to seize the opportunity to smooth things over should she have been offended by his wandering eye. “I apologize.” It had been rude and Nefarious wasn't unaware of that fact. In the reality of things, it wasn't really that big of a deal that she was pregnant. Women found mates, settled down and gave birth all the time. After all, it was how she and he were there at the current moment. It wasn't his business, even though she was his pack member. It didn't really concern him and so the Shaman was willing to let it go, unless she fancied talking to him about it; but that was a conversation he would allow her to pursue if she wished.

Nefarious watched as she dipped her muzzle at his introduction, well mannered. She looked like she might be the kind of lady that was prim and proper — then again first impressions weren't everything. Her name was foreign sounding, but exotic, pleasing to the ear to hear as it unfurled from her lips. Whether he could pronounce it correctly or not was a whole other story. “Your name sounds quite exotic,” and there was no mistaking that it fit her with what Nefarious might have considered perfection. He suspected that like him she did not hail from these Wilds, though of course, he could not prove or disprove that theory. Nefarious wished to sate his curiosity, but for the sake of remaining charismatic kept his questions to himself, mostly because the bulk of them came across as prying to him and while he was interested in things like that, in learning about his pack mates the Shaman wasn't willing to push.