Swiftcurrent Creek How do ye do

Nefarious watched as the other man's silhouette, cut from the thick fog that writhed around them like a living entity receded from it's proximity still to the Shaman, likely because the other had caught the lifting of Nefarious' lip. Unsurprisingly, there really wasn't a part of Nefarious that felt bad for it, despite that it was very likely that the male before him was of a higher rank than Nefarious himself. If brought into the conversation, as Nefarious certainly would have done would the tables have been reversed, the Kesuk was prepared to state the obvious: he wasn't big on having his personal space invaded, even if on accident unless he willed it so. What Nefarious had expected didn't happen however, and the other male actually apologized, or at least...that was what the garbled words sounded like: an apology. Nefarious didn't respond, mostly because he didn't know what to say in responsive, though “thanks” or some variation likely would have been what was expected; though Nefarious didn't particularly hold it against the other male. After all, the fog was thick enough for Nefarious to barely be able to see his own nose. And though the Kesuk's pride would not let him admit it he was grateful the noise that had led to them nearly colliding hadn't been a trick of the fog. Being as new as Nefarious was did not leave him much room to blindly know his way around the internal territories of Swiftcurrent Creek.

The more that the other spoke, Kerian, as he introduced himself as, the harder it was for Nefarious to understand what he was saying,likely mistaking the words as he attempted to translate them to something closer to what he understood even if he was dead wrong. Which was bound to end badly, if not today then certainly another day. For a moment, doubt clouded Nefarious' judgment as he wondered if he'd joined the wrong pack but remembered moments later that Scimitar could speak just fine, and as he was the leadership that was the most important part. Hesitation overtook Nefarious for a moment as he wondered what else there was to say, if it was something he should further broach upon in the first place. “Have you been here in the Creek long?” At the moment, Nefarious couldn't afford to be a chooser and he needed help finding his way around, at least until the fog burned off.