Caleb exhaled in relief, thinking it was finally leaving. He took a step in the opposite direction, toward home. The walrus stopped. It let out a sharp, barking grunt, loud enough to make Caleb flinch. He froze mid-step and looked back.
The walrus stared at him again, head low, tusks gleaming. It snorted once, then resumed crawling forward—still westward, dragging its body across the snow like it had somewhere to be. Caleb hesitated.