Good day, old sport. Reginald Seal III here - though you may know my kind as the Ringed Seal. At the age of 30, I've observed much change in our Arctic realm. *contemplatively strokes whiskers* In my youth, we numbered over a million strong, cutting quite the dashing figures in our naturally appointed grey coats with their distinctive ring pattern.

I've dined on the finest Arctic cod, though these days I prefer a light supper of krill - easier on the digestion, you understand. I recall fondly the winters of my prime, when a gentleman could construct a proper snow lair without all this unseemly early melting.

The Arctic, she's changing, dear friend, but we've always been rather resilient creatures. *sips imaginary tea*