The mourning polar bear sat on the river bank with her cub tucked into her side. She had had two but had just lost her eldest. It had happened just mere moments ago. Earlier in the morning she had been in the process of teaching them how to forage when there wasn't any available prey in the area. As she was showing her youngest how to scratch some insects from under the bark her eldest had wandered off. Once she had noticed she started to search for him, calling to him every other minute or so. She had grown a little more frantic with each passing call, but finally she heard an answer from him. It wasn't just a regular answering call; this was filled with panic and distress. She had hurriedly picked up her youngest and rushed towards the calls. She heard it coming from the near river and picked up her pace.

She charged through the trees and came to an abrupt halt on the bank; she dropped her cub and scanned the water where she heard the weakening calls originating from. When she found him, she bounded in and started to swim as fast as she could. Halfway there, she saw him go under and she doubled her efforts to get to him while panic laced itself through her chest. Once she reached the spot where he went under, she dove beneath the surface and used her powerful legs to propel her forward. She looked for him, but she knew he had been taken by the current once he had stopped fighting. She still searched until she had to go up for air, and once up she admitted defeat and climbed back ashore.

As she situated herself on the bank so she could see the spot where her cub had disappeared, her youngest had slowly walked over until he was snuggled into her side. She lowered her head and was about to roar out her grief when she heard a faint 'pop' sound. Her head snapped up and towards the noise as soon as it registered and she was on instant alert. She didn't want to have any threats to her remaining cub inside her territory and right now that odd sound was a threat. She beckoned her cub to follow her and took off in the direction she heard that sound in.

As she went deeper into the forest in the direction she had heard that sound coming from, she smelt the faint scent of human. She was on her guard even more than before, if there were more than two of those things, she was going to have to find another territory to raise her cub in. She walked a little more slowly and cautiously. The scent was extremely strong by the time she got to a small clearing. She peeked through the trees and into the clearing and to her surprise, there sat a human cub. Her cub ran forward and ploughed into the human cub before she could grab or warn him. She was about to give out a warning growl to the human but stopped at what she saw. They were playing together and she noticed her cub was going very easy on the little human. It was a very amusing sight, a human cub playing with a polar bear cub and both getting extremely dirty. After watching how well they got along and how happy they seemed, and after glancing in the direction of the river with a mournful gaze, she stepped forward, fully intent on taking this cub with her and teaching him how to survive alongside her own cub.

A/N: Remember, this is just the intro. I am planning on having every chapter after this in Matt's p.o.v. I am in the middle of writing the first chapter and if you have any questions on this, feel free to ask and I will try to answer to the best of my ability. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but please refrain from leaning towards the more insulting way(i.e. flames/flamers)