"Do you know the tale of the lone wolf, my general? Of course, you do. But do you know its true essence?

There was once a wolf, strong and fierce, who wandered the icy plains alone. His strength was unparalleled, yet he was the outcast, the solitary hunter. Every day, he would come across packs – large families of wolves, united and relentless. They thrived not because of a single wolf's strength, but because of unity. They moved as one, hunted as one, and defended as one. Yet, they were bound by an invisible chain, a chain of weakness, a chain that the lone wolf never bore.

One day, the lone wolf found himself amidst a deadly storm. The cold was unbearable and the snow, blinding. The packs huddled together, each member relying on the other to find warmth and shelter. But the lone wolf? He pushed forward, fighting against the biting winds, relying on nothing but his own strength and determination. Days turned into nights, and the storm raged on.

By the end, many packs had lost members, young and old, succumbing to the unforgiving cold. The lone wolf? He emerged, not unscarred, but alive, having conquered nature's fury on his own.

You see, to him, unity was not about mere survival. It was about thriving. It was about creating a pack so strong, so indomitable, that they wouldn't need to huddle in the face of a storm. They would face it head-on and emerge victorious. And if to achieve this unity, if to forge this invincible pack, some wolves need to be culled, then so be it. Because at the end of the day, it's not about saving every wolf; it's about creating a pack that no storm, no enemy, can defeat.

And so, my general, my sons, understand this: My aim is not mere consolidation. It is the creation of a Norseman empire so robust, so unified, that we will not just survive the coming storms, but we will dominate them. And if to achieve this vision, tribes must fall, then fall they shall. For in sacrifice, we find our true strength."