Otter Creek remain until the end

Bloodthirst wasn't the downfall of the southern pantheon. It was their indifference toward their creations and the distinct lack of sympathy for earthly plights. Quiet, Bhediya replied. I would call out to them but they never answered. She remembered the sorrowful nights spent under her master and the suffocating loneliness that resulted. 

It was hard to believe, she continued, that the gods who created me could abandon me just as quickly. Trips made to the wisemen of the pack always ended with the same words of wisdom: They're there, girl. You just don't have enough faith.