chase

That's fine. :-) Also, sorry he's being temperamental. xD

Nefarious and his plush, snow white companion, for a moment simply did nothing further than stare at one another. As the shaman assessed her, he felt sure that she was, likewise, assessing him. Nefarious expected her to break the silence further by introducing herself, since, technically he had made the first move with his chuff. She did not particularly accept or reject his company, either way. They made eye contact across the distance and she offered a courteous nod to him, though both remained rather short lived. Nefarious watched, a little annoyed, as her attention went back to whatever it was she'd been peering at in the first place, gesturing with her paw. A frown creased Nefarious' lips, unsure if she was attempting to direct his attention or shoo him off. There was a chance, the shaman allowed, that perhaps she was mute and couldn't speak. Annoyed, the shaman looked away then, finally what she, presumably, had her attention on caught his eye. It was a small herd of wild sheep, their wool making their bodies appear larger than they truly were. He looked back at her, wondering if that she was being so quiet but in all honesty, it made sense to Nefarious that his chuff would have scared them off if they weren't entirely oblivious to what was happening in the world around them, currently. Vocally communicating with him likely wasn't going to, either. Nefarious was wise enough to put the puzzle pieces together: she as looking to hunt them. He contemplated leaving, however, surely she could handle a sheep by herself. If she wanted his help then she could take three seconds to lowly speak to him. After all, he wasn't a mind reader, and just because he assumed that was what she was doing didn't make it true.