The Walrus

This Story is still under devolepment

Prologue
The first time I saw the beast I was just a boy. Hunting with my tribe on the frozen tundra looking for anything to keep us alive. Then it happened the ice around me broke and I hit the water. I could here my father calling my name as my wet coat was dragging me to the bottom. I thought I was going to die when I was saved. I was caught in a current that pushed me out of a hole in the ice cliff. When I hit the ground I was gasping for air. I slowly got to my feet and looked around.