He Thought He Was Alone on the Ice—Until a Giant Walrus Appeared

It stopped at the edge of the drill hole and peered in, nostrils flaring. Caleb, still flat on the snow, finally pulled himself up to his elbows, trying to keep breathing slow. His bag was shredded. The fish was gone.

And the walrus, massive and unpredictable, was now blocking his only path back. The walrus turned away from the drill hole and began to crawl—slow, heavy, deliberate—toward the west. Its body swayed with each movement, flippers slapping against the ice.