Near the Arctic Circle...
She crept silently around the building, trapped by the unseasonal weather. Hunger burned deep in her belly, and tantalising odours drew her closer to danger. Her normal behaviour was transformed by desperation. She was taking greater and greater risks to try to assuage the dreadful gnawing pain, still she remained trapped.
Her massive head lifted, the air heralded a change. She turned and sniffed again.
All day and all night she travelled, impervious to distraction. Breasting the ridge, she saw she had reached her goal.
There before her, stretched miles of sea ice and the chance of food at last.