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Hmmm, Arielle answered absently, her focus on inspecting the stars that made up the strangely familiar shape. It would have been nice if Jawahir had been able to tell her a story and a name associated with the new group of stars, but the healer wasn't disappointed. 

Maybe we can make up our own name and own story? she suggested. At least until we learn what it is actually called. Maybe someone else in Ursus or Akashingo would be able to tell them more later. For now, they could create anything they wanted.

They created a good story that night, one that Arielle would remember every time she looked up at the stars. After, they parted ways, the coyote to akashingo and the healer to the Ursus camp.