Kildeer Rest real gods require blood

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His head lifted slightly, the gratefulness evident in his gaze. Softly leaning against his touch. Clam, easy. He let out the air he'd held. This was the type of leader he had sought for, the type to understand the good intentions of others and trust the pack. Would Grezig have been that leader? 

He gazed back to Kildeer Rest, furrowing his brows in contemplation. "I doubt it, as long as our caches don't build up and borders are kept strong." If we had more members.
The bear wouldn't come into the territory if there wasn't sufficient reward nor if the pack was large and strong. It always made them think twice. Expect, they didn't have that, but hunting here was easy. There was a lot of to and fro in Derg's mind, yet he decided to shrug. 
"We will think of it if the time ever comes." He gave Wintersbane an easy smirk, one that said  I've got your back. Not that that wasn't already proven. 

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