Caleb’s breath caught. That was it. That’s why the adult had followed him. Why it hadn’t attacked. Why it had led him all this way. It wasn’t just looking for food. It was trying to get help. The adult walrus was still behind him, unmoving, its eyes fixed on the camp.
Caleb looked between the two—parent and child—now separated by guns, metal, and men with no conscience. He clenched his fists, the cold forgotten. He needed to get that calf out of there. But first, he had to figure out how to do it without getting caught—or worse.