K'eyush, Nanuk cries out loud spotting the little polar bear for the first time in clear daylight or at least what you can call clear daylight in the months of the Polar Nights. He is sitting right between the snow lion on his pillar throne and the playing snow meerkat and snow porcupine looking at him.
But what happened to the poor fellow's fur? It doesn't look white at all, not even yellow. It isn't dirty brown from dust or earth either. It looks grey like somebody or something dimmed it, almost silverish in an awkward way.
Nanuk knows that all polar bears have black skin and that their hairs aren't really white but he has never seen one with a colour like that befor.
Suddenly the bear cub seems to wink with his eyes. Follow me, he seems to whisper in a language only power animals and children understand.
And slowly he walks away to the small hills to the North-East.
Nanuk nods and follows him.
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