Dead Empress Backwater

[dohtml]The answer - the begging really - was not what he had expected. It seemed the last crunch of winter was brining in a few more seeking shelter, nothing to be surprised about, and he doubted many would stay past the thaw, but the words that were offered. A deity he could pray to? It was...odd, but to each their own he supposed. Nodding once solemnly he said, "As long as you pull your weight, mark the borders, keep the caches full and respect your other pack members you will do just fine." And that was what it came down to wasn't it? Scratch my back and I will scratch yours.[/dohtml]

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