He knew they were dangerous, especially on land. Despite their awkward shape, they could lunge faster than people realized. And if it felt cornered, it could crush a man without effort. The animal snorted, steam rising from its nostrils.
It kept crawling forward, muscles rippling under its thick hide. Caleb’s equipment—especially the sack of dried fish he kept nearby—was directly in its path. Slowly, Caleb backed up, raising his hands slightly. “Easy, big guy,” he muttered under his breath, barely louder than the wind.