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."