Elf Dog and Owl Head

Elf Dog and Owl Head — page 7
Go girl yelled the Master of the Hunt and he kicked out at her with his boot to let her know who was boss The elegant elf-hound stared at him coldly He didn't deserve to know what she'd seen Almost smiling she started after the pack again barking as loudly as she could as if she'd never noticed the young wyrm efts scrambling to safety up the hill As if she'd never figured out the old wyrm's plan leading the Hunt away from the precious young She reached the pack hopping over huge mushrooms and shelves of fungus Easily she soared past stragglers The People Under the Mountain kept the petrified forest stocked with wyrms and basilisks and other hungry beasts just so they could hunt them without having to risk going aboveground Outside the caves above the mountain the woods were deeper and wider but sometimes haunted by humans Usually the elf hounds only got to hunt in these two square miles of cavern seeking out monsters that had been bred by their masters for sport But the old blue wyrm was leading the pack out of the familiar tunnels and caves The dogs could tell She was leading them upward Smart old cow said one of the dukes Should we let her get out of the caves Shall we follow her Or shall I order the gates slammed shut What do we think Good day for a hunt said a count squinting after the wyrm through his rune covered monocle Let's go above ground Hunt her up there It'll be good for the elf hounds to have a change of scene We have the wizards with us They can hide us from the humans And so with great horns blaring behind them the pack tumbled up the passage that led out of the petrified forest out of the caverns and into the bright sunlight of the forest aboveground The old wyrm flung herself along delighted She had saved her children And she herself might escape into this new bright world She just had to lead the dogs a little farther Then she'd give them the slip Outside it was spring and the woods were just starting to turn green The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun picked out the red riding jackets of the knights and lords and ladies and the gems on their swords and tridents Their wizards rode to either side of the Hunt cranking magical machines that sputtered out smoke The People Under the Mountain only lived half in the world of humans as if they had stepped with one leg into another time 8