Just as I was losing faith, I turned to my left as I balanced myself on the edge of the ravine and saw two tiny ears and the top of this cub's head at the base of a large tree. He was silently watching me the whole time, hoping (while thinking I may be a predator) that I would fail to find him.
The only way to reach him before he would climb up that tree and out of sight was for me to crawl on my stomach under the forest debris. When I was within 10 feet of the cub, I began speaking softly to him. I realized he was giving up and tired after his time alone in the forest without his mother or any food. He made one half-hearted leap to escape my grasp and fell over next to me. I've never seen such a beautiful animal so scared. He was shaking, his tiny blue eyes nervously sizing up his new guest. I spoke softly to him and gently pet him on the head, and within a minute he relaxed and maybe realized I wasn't such a bad guy after all. It was time to pick him up and make our way out of the forest together.