The other male was riddled with scars, Nefarious noted, and though they likely begged for rather interesting tales, he was not curious enough to ask. Not to mention, he knew
nothing of the other male and outsiders were subjected to condescending behavior from the shaman. Nefarious had always seen it like Suluk, taking his father's proud example: it was the opinions of his pack mates that mattered because at the end of the day it was
they that would have his back. They deserved his loyalty, and it was they that deserved the effort to implore his natural charisma. Anyone else was fair game. It was why Nefarious had only went outside of Akkuma's territory when it was absolutely necessary, and why the young
Tonrar had usually taken one of his siblings with him. If Arux went with him it was usually a shitstorm of trouble because Arux was the most like Suluk out of the three of them personality wise, but Janelle was good at balancing out Nefarious, though her self-depreciating personality gave the impression that she had no confidence, though Nefarious did not believe that, simply she was just extremely humble. It was apart of his sister's charm, and charming she was. Though Nefarious had sought permission to leave Akkuma too soon before a new leader could be chosen from his siblings in place of Suluk, giving up his own right to
Angakkuq which would make him second alpha — the spiritual half — beside which ever of his siblings that was chosen to rule in Suluk's stead.
Regardless of what he'd been giving up, a guarantee at leadership, taking over for his Master, Nefarious had left, wanting to become more cultured, wanting to spread the word of Atka and Sos in the hopes that the reach of the Great Bears could extend to other lands.
Nefarious' pumpkin orange gaze was met boldly when the other male met his eyes, the dark green touching the fiery blaze of Nefarious' own, watching as the scarred man bared his teeth slightly. The shaman simply continued to stare, a slight raise in his brow as he wondered if the other was truly threatening him. This was free territory, and Nefarious had every right to be there just as the other did. Threatening the shaman, to Nefarious of course, did not play as a wise move. “Is there a problem?” The shaman inquired coolly, keeping his tone neutral. Neutral was what the shaman was good at, having to balance the mother of light and father of darkness. Just because Nefarious didn't care for socializing with outsiders, unless it was deemed necessary, didn't mean that he was going to run around causing trouble, especially on lands that no-one owned.
