The morning was just as frigid as the ones before, consistent in a long line of frigid mornings that had passed, and ones yet to come. Winter, the Shaman knew, was finally upon them. It had stolen in like Amaroq, the Great White Wolf in the night to steal the souls of those whose offerings were not enough to appease him. Stealthy, silent, deadly. Luckily, when Nefarious been a small child, his and Suluk's combined offerings had been enough to keep the hungry God away, and even into his adult hood, so Nefarious could say that he still had his soul, even though he had heard the screams of the souls that Amaroq had taken, the poignant scent of blood, coupled with the sweet scent of decaying flesh remained burned into Nefarious' memories and when it neared the night of Amaroq it came back with full force, pushing him to make an offer better than the previous year's. Amaroq was not something that the Shaman wanted to ever come face to face with, especially if he was rumored to be ten times more horrific than Sos himself.
Despite the nipping cold, Nefarious was equipped well enough with fur, which had grown coarser over the course of the autumn months. He was part Arctic, he knew, which probably gave him a tiny percentile of an advantage against warding off the winter chill that was known to seep into the marrow of bones, but then again he didn't know for sure. Black, leathery nose lowered to take in the urine markings as the Kesuk finally reached the borders of the Creek. Though the Shaman's priorities were geared more towards the trades that would assist in his practices, he also enjoyed the repetitive motion of border patrolling and figured that it wouldn't hurt to aid in them, to put some effort towards the Warden trade despite that it wasn't overly pressing in his personal list.
Pumpkin orange eyes stared out at the free territories beyond for a few moments, un-moving, studying the fleeing shadows as the sun rose into the sky for a few moments before he picked a direction at random and began his first patrol of the Creek's borders, suspecting that he would pick up the routine quick enough.