Moonspear I stared up just to see

"No idea, really," Wraen shrugged. Osprey, who had an almost encyclopedic knowledge about various tales, myths and legends had also dipped her paws in religious beliefs as well. Beginning with angry, possessing bear spirits, to goddesses of the sea, to old Greeks and Romans (Dante's influence, as well as her grandfather's Aether's), to viking fighting gods and The Great Spirit of Wind nomads. Her daughter, who had loved to hear the stories, did not remember all of them in precise detail. Therefore rather than depicting, which god belonged to which religion, she had decided that all of them existed at the same time and shared a vast and fancy realm. 

"Any and all - I would not want to choose one for the fear of offending another," her reply was annoyingly cryptic and gave no information at all really.