Wheeling Gull Isle look how long we've been around each other

"ursa major," they were always the center of the world, "and ursa minor; the bears." within the sky, you it was hard to tell their figure. only lines connected to dots, but the ancestors before formed them together, to become a legend, a story, a constellation. she wished to share what she too, had been taught.

perhaps it would be the most, she would talk, "the hunters spotted bear.. tiny bear follows." however, she did not know who the hunters were, for they were wolf, or cougar, or even the unknown, it was up to the listener.. "three wish to kill, but she must protect. they miss," ruo looked at ying, "and kill baby bear. etched into the heavens, out of pity."

she looked back up as the stars were here, "the three, chase mama bear to the stars. where she too, searches endlessly for her child in the dark sky. forever hunted, and forever longing."

and so the siren shared one tale of the ursa's.