The journey was treacherous, the ice slick and unpredictable, but Tanner moved with a steady determination, driven by the desperate need to reach the cub. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tanner reached the ledge of the iceberg.

He looked at the tiny polar bear cub. The little creature was huddled against the ice, its fur soaked and matted, its eyes wide with fear and exhaustion. It was smaller than Tanner had imagined, and shivered uncontrollably in the freezing air.