The story of a wise old woman caring for a bear is not just Inuit, it is far more ancient and universal, and weaves its way into all of our heritages, seeps through all of our bones. . . . Sometimes the old woman cares for a polar bear, other times, a black bear, or simply a wild creature. Whatever it is she is cradling, the act is one of defiance, a selfless transgression that contains within it timeless wisdom. . . .where a relationship of hunter and prey transforms into one of reciprocity and interdependence. A relic of our humanity captured in story, the retelling of which is a sacred ritual of continuity of mothering the wild and in turn being mothered too, in a world that has long forgotten such values.