One day, Kerg was hunting in the forests and lost his way. A Pureblood loosing his way is not a good thing and would bring much shame upon Kerg if his fellow hunters were to hear of it. Kerg looked to the east and west and still did not recognize the lands he walked. He walked until the day was done and then he took his sleep. That night, Kerg did not dream of cooked boar or strong grog as he normally did. Instead he dreamt of his ancestors - those that had come before him. In this unknown land they came to him through the trees and rose from the earth in which they lay. They whispered to him their knowledge of the stars and showed Karg how he could use them to guide himself home. The next day Karg returned safely to his Clan. He taught his fellow hunters the secret knowledge he had learned and earned great respect from them. ...And to this day a Pureblood hunter is never lost.