Caleb crouched low, instincts kicking in. He turned to look at the walrus, which had stopped ahead of him. It sat still now, huffing quietly, its breath steaming in the air. It didn’t look at him. It just faced the camp, unmoving.
“You led me here,” Caleb whispered. It made sense now. The aggression, the strange behavior, the refusal to let him leave. This wasn’t random. It had wanted him to see this. To find something. Maybe someone.