He stared out the window, watching as the first flakes of snow began to fall, light at first but with a steady, deliberate pace. The sight made his heart sink. He knew the storm would only get worse, and the baby bear wouldn’t stand a chance in the bitter cold.
The thought of the cub freezing gnawed at him, tightening the knot of anxiety in his chest. He couldn’t just let it happen. From the living room, he kept a watchful eye on the cub, hoping its mother would soon appear and lead it to safety.