Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

"Religion is food for the masses," Osprey remarked. She had grown up in a family that was pretty tolerant about a lot of things. Beliefs included. If your God, The Great Spirit, Mother Nature and whatever people came up with did not prevent you from hunting efficiently and didn't meddle in the pack inside business, then you could follow, whatever religion you wanted. If made to choose one from many, Osprey wouldn't be able to do that. The older she got, the clearer it became that there were so many things she didn't know. What if the religion she chose to be "the right one" at some point in her life, turned out to be a lie in the end?

"Would you like to follow one? I don't mean Norse specifically, but any other, if you were given a choice?" Osprey asked out of curiosity.