As unbelievable as it may seem, at the end of the rituals many of the shamen shared a common vision.

'Listen to me, braves', one of them spoke, 'here is what we have learned: the Great Wolf Moragai, greatest and mightiest among all our Gods, has left his granite throne among them and has not been seen again ever since..' A murmur of disbelief swept through the ranks of the gathered northmen 'But what has this to do with us?' 'What about OUR problems?' 'Why would have done something like that?'

'The visions have answered all your questions', one of the older men replied,'Moragai left because he cared for us...he feared that too much prosperity would leave us, his children, weak and decadent. He had learned that, forgetting our roots and our true self, we were starting to weaken and soften already..and neither the land nor the Gods have love and favors for the lazy and the soft...so with mighty thunder and roar he arose from his throne in the forges of the celestial smiths and spoke in a mighty voice: '