As I walked through the forest, searching for herbs I heard a strange
sound. The lonesome cry of a wounded bear cub echoed throughout the
dogwood forest. I ran towards the sound, not caring about the herbs I
was sent to get. The monstrous body of a mother bear laid dead, blood
dripping from its shoulder. The bear cub cried, blood trickling from
its shoulder as well. I slowly walked to the bear, my sack bouncing
with green vials of forgot herbs. I quickly pulled a vile from my
pouch, pulling its lid off slowly. The greenish blue substance sizzled
as it hit the bear's wound. I quickly tied a long dampened cloth
around the bear's shoulder, its blood ceasing its flow. I gently
picked up the cub, its breath hot on my shoulder. As I turned down
the path once again, I smiled. "I will call you Singa."
