Natsiq fought against the howling winds as he searched for Nanuq, the polar bears. Inuit people revered the powerful creatures, even as they hunted them. Coming upon a bear and her cub looking so helpless was unexpected. His people needed to eat. Her family needed to survive.
He couldn’t shoot. He lowered his bow and turned away when a soft voice called out. A beautiful Inuit maiden stood where the bear had been, holding a small boy. “Please, we are so cold and hungry. Your kindness has finally broken the spell of our evil stepfather. However can I thank you?”
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!)