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"For the river. To return the life blood of our pack."

Greyback perked at Kegana's words. It was very kind of her to think of such a thing, not many would. Many years ago he would of done the same thing, but the mans faith in such gods had dwindled with time. Were there even such gods here, in Easthollow? He had never heard so much of a whisper from anyone. But he supposed it wouldn't hurt to pray anyway.

"Id love to help if I can," he replied, walking a little ways off to start nudging at the shallow water with his paw, upturning stones. "Is there any specific types you are looking for?"