chase

A light rain had begun to fall at some point, splashing against the burgundy and over-creamed coffee colored male's back as he moved through Swiftcurrent Creek's territory. By now, he was able to navigate through the Creek's internal territories without the pressing feeling of getting utterly lost in the process. Soon, his explorations and the demand to continue to fill his private stores of medicinal and poisonous plants would take him further into the uncharted for him free territories of the Wilds. Nefarious did not oft stray far from pack lands, though this was mostly because as the shaman, at least as far as Akkuma went, he and his Master were in high demand, whether for a physical healing, or a spiritual one. There were always rituals to prepare for, alters to maintain, or loa to commune with. The work of a shaman was never finished, and now given that it was just him, the demand felt to be even higher. At least on the spectrum of his faith. He was alone in that sense, left to build and accordingly maintain alters on his lonesome. Some of the aspects were missing, if only because Nefarious was left to assume that no other followed his faith in the Wilds. This assumption felt ignorant to him, but until proven otherwise, or until he was able to convert it was an expected truth.

The rain did not appear to be in any sort of rush to pick up to a down pour anytime soon, of which Nefarious was thanking Atka and Sos profusely for internally. Each tendril of fur was slowly curling with the linger dampness that would not dry until he sought shelter against the elements; but there was much to do and no time to fret over something insignificant. After all, he wasn't going to melt. The shaman had been patrolling the borders when he had came across the scent of a pack mate that led out of the territory. Curiosity begged him to give pause; steps ceased as he lowered his muzzle towards the ground, snuffling at the scent. The wolves of Swiftcurrent Creek were free to come and go so long as they didn't go entirely AWOL, which was no different than how it had been at Akkuma. Intruding wasn't really Nefarious' cup of tea but he had made it a mission to meet as many of his pack mates as he could and if he didn't take the opportunities when they arose then he wouldn't be fulfilling that personal task.

Having convinced himself to pursue the trail, Nefarious lifted his leg to mark the place in the borders where he would, hopefully begin at when he returned and followed after it idly. Nefarious wasn't sure for how long he'd been following the trail, only that he knew that he'd reached his destination when he came across an ivory cloaked female whose scent was heavy with Swiftcurrent Creek. A soft chuff was given to announce his presence to her before he lingered there, pumpkin orange eyes focused upon her, giving her the choice to either accept his company or reject it should she wish to be alone.