Erik stared down into the Black Jaws canyon, completely mesmerized by the size of the white monster below.
The giant bear was tearing huge chunks of meat from the dead walrus with terrifying force.
"Don't look at its teeth." Erik whispered, forcing his own hands to stop trembling as he unslung his iron musket. "Even if Ragnar says its fat is thick, nothing can survive a concentrated volley of firepower."
After hearing such words, Kjetil let out a whimpering gasp from the dirt next to them.
"You are going to get us all killed..." Kjetil hissed, "I told you, weapons only make the ghost angry. We need to leave right now... We can find food somewhere else!"
"Shut up!" Erik snapped softly, "There is no 'somewhere else.' Look at the beach! There are dozens of giant sea-cows just sleeping on the sand. That is a mountain of meat. The only thing standing between us and a warm feast is that oversized, overgrown dog."
