Your tribe has trekked the wilds for many moons, witnessing many stirring sights from craggy, windswept coastlines to towering mountain chains, but never before have they seen a spectacle as wondrous as the one before them now. Near breathless, you cast your gaze over this marvel of nature, your legs trembling, the hairs on the back of your neck raised. You wonder if such beauty should be witnessed by men, but around you, your tribe rejoices. They believe the sight is a blessing from the spirits, and who are you to disabuse them of this notion?
Believing the sight a gift from warding spirits, the tribe returns to their passage with renewed strength.