A routine had began to form as Nefarious grew accustomed to the idea of placing his trade as healer on the proverbial back burner, not to be neglected, simply to be returned to at a date when it was more practical. Currently, the Creek was in need of Wardens, or at least wolves to pull their weight most heavily upon the Creek's borders. The shaman had not placed his faith on a back burner. Medicinal was only a small part of being a shaman, and the religious aspects had always been the most important part of the title of Angakkuq. Though, technically, Nefarious had never made it that far, to claim the title of Spiritual Leader but it was of his own design. Simply, he wished Suluk would not have bid him to leave Akkuma empty pawed. The journey was meant to strengthen him physically as well as mentally, though, the longer Nefarious stayed with the Creek, the less he felt inclined to return to Akkuma. Sure, he had not felt the need to keep his religion guarded so closely — or guarded at all for the matter but in that respect Akkuma hadn't been so very diverse. Diversity was what made packs strong. It was the differences, not that which made them similar.
The socialism that clung to Akkuma had pros, sure, but it also had it's more than fair share of cons. Acceptance of the faith that the Kesuk family had followed for numerous of generations. Deciding whether it was Sos or Atka you followed with a rarity of cases like Nefarious in which he was entirely neutral and followed both of the Great Bears, striking a delicate balance. It was nice for others to have a freedom and to want to believe in what they wanted to even if they believed in nothing at all. The anarchy of it was enticing to the shaman, even if he felt like even thinking it was disobeying his father.
After a few more minutes of letting his train of thought run wild, he tucked those thoughts away to reflect upon later, refocusing his attention and efforts back upon his patrol. Just in time, for he soon came across the female he recognized as Kaskara from the meeting — the Creek's Beta. He did not know more of her than her name and her position, and slowed his pace, letting out a soft chuff to announce his presence, his stance taking on a submissive one in respect of her authority over him.