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.
“Hey there, little one,” Tanner murmured, his voice low and comforting. The cub looked up at him with frightened eyes, but there was a flicker of trust in its gaze. Gently, Tanner unzipped his jacket, creating a warm, protective cocoon for the cub.