Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

One of the last ones to arrive, after the meeting already had started, a female with soft honey colored fur apologized for her tardiness, though it was not her apology that grasped at the shaman's attention but rather her words cutting as they were, and assumptions about Paarthurnax. Granted, the shaman did not know much of anyone very well but he felt the rising need to jump to the desert borne woman's defense. If not her former home then who would take her in? Nefarious highly doubted that any of the other packs would risk taking a heavily pregnant female into their ranks. Especially one that might potentially bring down the wrath of her ex-mate upon them, but in all honestly it didn't seem to matter much to Nefarious. If Shadow had been their enemy before all of this, there was nothing that stated even if Paar would have stayed with him that he wouldn't have attacked. Likely, he was going to attack sooner or later, whether she'd have stayed or not. The shaman let out a soft noise though he kept his thoughts to himself because he held no standing and did not wish to find himself homeless.

The Dark Father stirred as Nefarious' irritation did and the dark bear's presence could largely be felt by the shaman, though Nefarious had already resolved that he would keep his mouth shut.

Nefarious desired to ask what their luck at hunting had to do with battle? Aside from that it might make them weaker, but even so they had no idea how the Bypass' situation was. The Creek might have easily outnumbered them, and they too might have not been doing well with their hunts. Scimitar seemed to have it under control, jumping to Paar's defense, shortly after the woman had finished. This, the shaman bit his tongue to keep himself quiet. It was better that he not stick his nose in a feud between the authority of the pack and one of it's members lest he wished to be dragged down into it as well, which frankly he did not.