Swiftcurrent Creek ten things i hate about you

I couldn't resist replying to this! xD I hope you don't mind me and 'Fari! <3

Since the meeting Nefarious had rearranged his trade priorities a bit, focusing more on the borders, at Scimitar's request of them than filling his caches and learning of the indigenous plants when he could. He stuck close to Swiftcurrent Creek's land if he had to venture out in search of medicinal and toxic plants, though he had not ventured out of the claimed lands of the pack in quite a few days. Guarding the borders was definitely more pressing, and Nefarious was eager to prove his worth, to make himself valuable to them even if he was a bit unorthodox with his magicks and faith. The shaman did his best to be respectful about it, to keep his practices on the down low and close to himself. He did not speak of it often, lest it came up in conversation and even then he kept most of it to himself. It was not out of shame for Atka and Sos that he did but more so out of common courtesy. The Creek was not Akkuma, and Nefarious had learned over the years with his siblings what was diplomatic and not. Not everyone would be accepting of his religion and so he kept it as quite as he could without forsaking it because such a thing was not an option for Nefarious. There was no forsaking Atka and Sos, or the gifts they had given him.

Nefarious had been heading back to his den from a long patrol, not tired so much but wanting to sort and organize his medicinal cache a bit more. It was on his way back that he came across well ...initially he was not certain what he'd stumbled across. Steps ceased as pumpkin orange gaze studied the female he knew as Bazi from the meeting, the one who was helping Paar straddling a back and ...walking with it beneath her body. Or trying too. The shaman had seen many strange things in his life but he was not so sure that much of what he had seen could exactly top this,

Head canted ever so slightly to the side as he tried to determine what it was she was doing with it. Nefarious broke his silence by inquiring in softly, “What are you doing?” Curious more than he was anything else.