In the distant hills / the wolves call to each other. Their plaintive voices drift, cloudlike / past the face of the moon, casting night shadows / across the forest meadow. There, in that secret meadow, we have pitched our tents and lit our fires / settling into our own night rituals. We dance and sing / and play our music to the night, dwelling with the wolf songs / for command of the dream time of darkness. We take turns wih the wolves, being victors and vanquished / and when we change our skins with theirs, the wolves dance under the stars / and we howl at the crescent moon. ~"Changing Skins" Vlad, The Gypsy Bard

The lukoi are followers of the Norse pantheon. Many of our ranks have origins in Nordic myth and legend. Some among our kind prescribe to other beliefs as well, but as a pack we pay heed to the Aesir. Our creeds give us a society of our own, where dominance and power let the strong rule. Those who fall as pack are consumed by pack, and remain as munin, named for the raven Memory.

In these ever more modern times, the ancient ways are fading. Many among us follow Christian beliefs, or whatever the beliefs of our birth were. These are systems of faith, and not creeds of the pack. Neither conflicts with the other. In our pack, the majority refer to themselves as Nordic pagans, followers of ancient pagan tradition with a focus on the gods of the Northmen. Mina, Ulfric to us, is among them.

Regardless of our personal systems of beliefs, every one among us knows and believes in the Munin, spirits of our kind who have passed on, and linger about our lupanar to partake in our revels and strength. The Munin grant our lupanar power, grant us power, bringing healing and memory to us all. Any within our pack who die are shared among the pack, taken into the blood of the pack, so that their spirits may remain. Unless, of course, they have been outcast.