-Hisui -The 19th century (The 1800's)

A special Ursaluna is worshipped throughout Hisui as a living relic of the distant past, a direct descendant of one of the ten ancient Pokémon once blessed by Arceus itself. Towering and formidable, this Ursaluna serves as one of the revered Ride Pokémon of the Crimson Mirelands, dwelling deep within the mist-choked swamps under the watchful care of the warden Calaba. Despite its fearsome appearance, it is well known among the people of Hisui for its willingness to aid humans in times of need.

Blessed with an incredibly resilient physique, Ursaluna moves through the treacherous mirelands with remarkable ease. He is even capable of manipulating the peat beneath his claws, using the terrain to his advantage whether traveling, digging, or defending its domain. His sense of smell is legendary, so keen that he can unearth buried treasures long forgotten by time, and even track missing persons and transport people with the help of a saddle on his back across vast, hostile stretches of land.

In Behavior, The Noble Ursaluna is a calm and noble pokémon (not so ironically), a powerful protector deeply bound to the land it inhabits. His presence alone brings a sense of stability to the wilds of Hisui, as though the earth itself recognizes his authority. Slow to anger yet unwavering when roused, Ursaluna acts with quiet wisdom rather than brute force, defending his territory and those under his care with immense strength.

After Arezu stepped away from her duties to pursue her work as a hairdresser, warden Calaba was reassigned to oversee the Lady of the Ridge, the noble Hisuian Lilligant. As a result, Ursaluna came to share his warden with a Noble Pokémon. Even so, Ursaluna continues to fulfill its role faithfully, ever vigilant in protecting the mirelands and those who pass through them.

On this day, the Ride Pokémon Uraluna prowled the around Crimson Mirelands in quiet focus, nose low to the ground as he searched for hidden items. Every subtle scent guided its movements...

Until he suddenly stopped abruptely and began to dig, claws tearing into the peat-rich earth as if answering a call only he could hear. A treasure to be found...

And then he found... An old, worn diary with a classic binding, the last pages of which have been torn out. It would be usefull if he knew how to read.