The walrus paused. Its head tilted just slightly, eyes locking on him. Caleb could hear the slick scratch of its belly on the ice and the wet slap of its flippers as it readjusted its weight. He glanced at the drill—still running. The hum might be attracting it.
He reached out and tapped the power switch. The noise died immediately. The air went quiet. The walrus exhaled loudly, then crept a few more feet forward. Its gaze moved to the open pack beside the gear. Caleb swallowed.