", your pack trembles in fear. Foul idols circle around your capital. Rumor has it they've been here forever,

", your pack trembles in fear. Foul idols circle around your capital. Rumor has it they've been here forever, but the smell of blood upon them is still hot and sweet. Strange looking lights have been seen around one such idol. These remnants of ancient cults frighten your people, who clamor to demolish and burn them down."