The water was icy cool as he lapped at it eagerly, his thirst having been greater than he had previously thought, though a soft shiver slithered down the strong curve of the shaman's spine as the refreshing water settled like an icy pool in his stomach. For a few more moments Nefarious drank before his thirst was ultimately sated and he'd had his fill, lifting his head from the shimmering surface of the moving water, taking a few steps back from the bank, water droplets rolling freely off the short fur of his chin. Salmon pink tongue swiped across his lips to catch the droplets left over. Pumpkin gaze moved to investigate first the mallards in the water and then the nearest cluster of the avians, contemplating if he was in the mood to steal the feathers straight off of their bodies — which would involve killing them when he had no real reason too — or if he wanted to scour the bank for molted feathers that were in good enough condition for him to use.
It was then that the other canine was caught out of the corner of the shaman's eye. Hackles bristled with silent unease, the language that had rumbled forth from the other man's lips foreign to Nefarious. The words, unknown though they were, did not seem to be meant for him. In fact, it seemed that the other male had not yet been made aware of the Kesuk's presence in the general vicinity. Nefarious took the chance to study the other male with reserved antipathy, unsure if the male was friend or foe, assuming the worse until proven innocent. Black, leathery nostrils flared to investigate the stranger's scent further, ascertaining that he was a lone wolf. He did not carry the scent of many wolves that a pack creature would. Brow rose into a wicked arch over his left eye though he promptly looked away just in time to see the other man notice him, his attention focused on the other male, once more, out of the corner of Nefarious' eye.
Despite that he had just been assessing the other male himself, Nefarious did not directly like being eyed to much of any degree and thus turned his orange gaze back to the male, letting the stranger know that he was aware of his presence, as well, though the Kesuk made no move to dissolve the silence that hung thickly in the air between them.