Rising Sun Valley these battle scars don't fade

Nefarious did not know the reasons that Paarthurnax had left the male standing before him, and frankly didn't care much for the details. As far as the shaman was concerned she had left him, obviously for a good reason, and that was all that he needed to know to want to keep her safe from him, though the man's arrogance, and his accusations that Scimitar was heartless was not a welcoming sight to the shaman, who wanted to chase him from these lands and be done with it; however, such things were not his call to make, and so he did his duty and kept quiet, acting as a sentinel while he assessed the other male closely determining what would be a threat about the other man. Of course, now came the begging. The epiphany and the wish to have not done what he had done. It was pathetic and Nefarious' pumpkin orange eyes rolled in response. It was groveling, and nothing short of what a child would do because he wanted something and knew that bullying was not a way in which he would get it. Paarthurnax deserved better than the silver brute standing before him and those that had gathered to protect the borders, to aid Scimitar if anything bad had came out of it. Who first appeared to be arrogant and think he was going to bully his way in to see his sired children, and now stood supposedly having realized that he was being a giant ass so now turned to pleading and begging, of admitting that he'd done wrong. If it were Nefarious in Scimitar's place Nefarious would not have even let him be there for the birth or the naming. From everything Nefarious had ever heard about Shadow since his short time in the Creek it was obvious that he didn't deserve that particular olive branch; but Scimitar was a better man than Nefarious, it was obvious.

The shaman tried to be neutral but he could feel Sos' presence heavily now, though the giant black bear remained invisible to him.

Of course, Scimitar wasn't allowing Shadow in for Shadow himself but Paarthurnax, but only because he thought it was what she would want. It was a tall thing to assume for her, but more than likely Scimitar knew her well enough to be confident in that. Having nothing to say, electing to make his judgments and keep them to himself Nefarious was content, for now, with observing, where he would wait to make sure Shadow was going to leave before he prepared to nudge from his spot.