It wasn’t a playful sound. It was a warning. So Caleb gave in. With his heart pounding and the wind picking up around him, he began to follow the strange creature. It moved steadily, occasionally glancing back.
Caleb kept a cautious distance. Every now and then, the walrus would slow, letting out that low, raspy grunt, like it was checking if he was still following. The scar near its eye caught flashes of dull light, making it look even more ancient—more knowing.