SF Drabble #436 "Great White Hunter"

It nosed around in the black alien grass, dug in the dirt with its long curved tusks, and then lifted its head as if scanning for threats, its large, pink, sail-like ears deploying over its head with a snap and a wobble.

"It's seen us," Graves whispered over the suit-radio.

"It's heard us."

"In air this thin?"

"Graves, look at those ears: It evolved for air this thin." He raised his rifle.

"Leave it. Wait for a full-grown one."

"You want to risk being charged by a full-grown one? All five thousand kilos?"

"It's just a baby."

"Grow up."

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