It took me a double-take to see that time had drastically shifted. How you got to the end of this piece was crafty.
I like this paragraph
In the hole, Anton saw the gleam of two pairs of eyes. They challenged him, weakening his hold, promising they’d get him too. Digging later with a whining Drogol by his side, he would find four coins that reflected back his headlamp, but he would always know the creatures had been real.
RE: When The Tundra Calls