What if allies were forced upon you?

What if your decisions determined the fate of a town?

"It was a quarter of an hour before the pale man stopped at the fountain in the village square. He looked about as he touched one of the stones. "Come." Silas recognized the voice from his earlier venture upon the rooftops near the healer woman's house. A few minutes later, the soft clicking warned of the giant fenri's approach. Six terrible lupine forms trotted from the southern end of the town, their heavy muscles causing their black fur to ripple with each bounce....