Occasionally, she turned to make sure they still followed. Her movements had become more urgent. The vocalizations sharper, shorter. A deep, stuttering chuff that bounced between the ice ridges like a warning beacon.
Elias clambered up the side ladder and ducked into the wheelhouse. “We should turn back. We’ve seen enough to file a report. Let Holm Station send a research team. We’re not equipped for whatever this is.”