Another new year had gone by in this new homeland of the Pennenthelli, a year where the chieftain turned his eyes skyward, to the home of the Gods and the spirits. He wondered if some part of them, of their vitality was draining in order to feed such abundant life into this land of plentiful food that they now occupied, could it be? Were they paying for this bounty with a lack of healthy and numerous Pennenthelli offspring to carry their deeds into the future? Was there some evil at work? An evil which had claimed his daughter, which had almost claimed his beloved bondmate? He had to act, now, well as it stood there would not be much to pass a legacy to other than his little son who seemed to already grow the sharp, inquisitive mind of his parents and Henimen's boy Ronan, who was only a few winters from being a man grown, already having the tell-tale mindset and physique of a strong warrior and swift hunter. One night, he enlisted his beloved Kath and the nimble-fingered Lato to his work. Both him and Kathildra painted their faces with ash from the fire and called upon the Earth-Mother in prayer while Latozar had to put the work on another spear aside för this year, instead carving a statue of the Earth-Mother out of wood as the two scholars did their best to consecrate it and call upon the goddess to bless the tribe with fertility, healthy children and healthy mothers.