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Nefarious felt his brow rise at the woman who continued to speak out in protest against Paar's presence, unimpressed with how she spoke back to Scimitar who was the authority of the pack. As true as it was to say that the subordinates did not always agree with the leaders, nevertheless, it was the leaders who made the decisions at the end of the day. Nefarious did not know the circumstances in which Paar had left Shadow, fled from the Bypass but only assumed that there was a validated reason for it, and the shaman did not think it was fair for the woman who spoke out to attack like that, letting her displeasure known when, Nefarious assumed Paar might have been feeling vulnerable as it was. He didn't know and did not pretend to know and so he simply imagined how he might have felt in that situation. He wasn't overly crazy about how the woman presumed that they would all die, because it showed how little faith in their abilities she had, assuming that they would all be torn to pieces. Nefarious was not such a pessimist but then again he also happened to dabble in things that most didn't believe in and knew that his “magicks” would do his bidding. He could easily curse the bypass, leave gruesome talismans with poisons at their borders. There was plenty that he could do, if given the freedom to exercise his voodoo practices.

Scimitar handled it well enough, though, and as he'd been for mostly the entire meeting Nefarious was silent. He was still new to voice any sort of valid opinion, though he had a desire to tell Paar that they would keep her and her young safe. Though he did not know the woman all that well, he liked her for whatever his opinion was worth, and he did not wish her to feel alone, or targeted by wolves that were supposed to be her pack mates at that. “Don't worry Paar, we'll keep you and your babes safe,” The shaman murmured to her, unsure if his word meant much of anything but figured that he'd put it out there, regardless, before he headed off towards the borders of the Creek, having decided for that the time being he would put his medic trade on hold in favor of warden. It was what was more pressing, what the Creek had more of a need of and so he would do what was necessary to prove his worth to them.