The dragging sound had stopped. Caleb narrowed his eyes, scanning the horizon. Maybe it was a trick of the wind. Or his own sled shifting in place behind him. Then something moved. A large shape, low to the ground, slowly slid into view from behind a snowbank about thirty meters away.
Caleb blinked. It looked like a boulder at first—broad, wet, and dark against the white. But then it shifted again, revealing thick folds of wrinkled skin and two enormous tusks. A walrus. It was massive—easily the size of a small car. Caleb didn’t move.