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The pallid colored woman's low growl of the word was highly unappreciated by the shaman who took her attitude on a personal level. Should she had admitted to the fact that she thought him incompetent he would have told her that talking lowly to one another wasn't bound to scare them off if his loud chuff to get her attention hadn't done it in the first place. As it was, he sensed that she was irritated with him, though he could not read her mind. He could understand her gestures well enough, but that wasn't the particular point in the matter. The shaman didn't have to help her do anything, and half had a mind to do what Suluk would have done and just let her hunt by herself. The Kesuk was silent as he stared, with heavy indifference towards the sheep, since he was fairly sure he couldn't stare at her burn a hole through her for getting an attitude with him. Still, Atka worked to soothe the irritation that Sos sought to stoke within him, and with a heavy breath Nefarious decided to shake it off, and remember his place within this pack. It was very likely that she was higher ranked than him and he was not necessarily eager to have the higher ranked wolves running off to tattle on him to the leadership. “Lead the way,” Nefarious murmured with a sardonic smile tugging at the edges of his lips. After all, this was her hunt.