Tanner adjusted the binoculars, his pulse quickening as he focused on the distant shape. The figure was small, moving slowly across the ice, barely visible against the blinding white of the iceberg. His mind raced with possibilities—was it a seal?

With a sharp intake of breath, he lowered the binoculars and turned to the others, his voice tinged with disbelief. “It’s a polar bear cub… stranded on the ice.” The three men stood in stunned silence, their eyes locked on the tiny, shivering form of the polar bear cub.