Elijah had seen monsters before, but he had never felt the earth move.
It started with the rising of the squirmy-worm, whose black eyes and copper-brown head followed the pup’s erratic movements. Then came a sound that the boy did not recognize; his head turned to find the source, and that was when the snake made to kill the noisy thing that had crossed its path.
The boy did not scream—he was not afraid of Nana—but he moved with a sudden speed and grace that was unbecoming of his pudgy body and otherwise awkward steps. Instinct, brought from his mother’s collie ancestors, shot the child low and far, into the tall grass and away from the trembling earth as his horse-mother’s hooves slammed down again and again and made the Kingdom tremble.
He sunk low, ears pinned, but he watched. Nana was being mean to the worm, and his mother was screaming. Scared she might try and punish the horse, Elijah bolted towards her with that same speed. He moved, perhaps surprisingly for his Wrongness like a true dog. Low and fast and tail high he charged, yapping all the while. It was almost aggressive, for all purposes, but he could never be like that towards his mother. A protectiveness of those he loved overcame all fear, and he did not wish to see his mother punish Nana as she had punished Elvira.
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