urgency in my actions
Hands trembling as I dug into my backpack, my urgency mounted—every second felt critical. ‘What could help a struggling polar bear?
‘ I wondered aloud, spotting the emergency rations buried under extra jackets. My breath turned to a cloud in the cold air as I considered my options.
This creature needed assistance, and I felt responsible. The choice made, I clutched the food, preparing to offer a lifeline.