Kildeer Rest real gods require blood

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Derg slowed, bringing his lengthy gait to a stop and turning back to Wintersbane. 
Sotaherra.
His took in air, slowing his heart easily. Regaining breath in deep, long breaths. He'd been bred and trained to run, to fight and then recover easily. If he didn't, war would never have favoured him well. 

He nodded to the Tundrian, then dropped his head, his tail and avoided his gaze. He'd given the man command, despite the situation.
"I apologise for that. I assumed you were in shock and I'd rather we were not bear food today."
He took another calming breath, expecting the bite of teeth in his scruff. He willed his legs to not lock up against the man if the reprimand ever came. To do so would mean he wasn't submitting properly. 

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