As they stared in awe at the iceberg, something caught Jacob’s eye. At the far edge of the ice, just where it began to slope down towards the water, something was moving. He squinted, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to make out the shape.
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?