The calf was nearby, pressed low to the ground, eyes wide with fear. It let out a soft, confused cry. The adult walrus thrashed again inside the net, its low moans vibrating in Caleb’s chest. Two poachers stood nearby, catching their breath, eyes locked on the trapped animal.
“Get the others,” one of them said, pulling a radio from his coat. “Tell them we’ve got a big one. Might be the bull they were tracking last month. We’re gonna make a fortune off those tusks.” Caleb’s mouth went dry.