Kavavow’s smile turns to a frown as he describes the polar bear’s direction as heading toward the thin ice. He reaches down and feels the stiffness of the print in the snow. The track is getting softer, and he assures me the bear is close. We must be careful and quick, as nothing brings death as surely in the Arctic as falling through the ice to the sea’s surface. Sure enough, just after restarting our track, we see a bear. Circling the sled around, we cut the bear off from continuing on its heading.