Keenan, the lead tech, nodded. “We were told your elephants are reacting to something in the ground. We’re here to check for structural issues or any buried utilities.” He didn’t laugh. He didn’t dismiss her. That alone steadied her a little.
“They’ve barricaded one corner,” Maria said, pointing. “Logs, stones—anything they could move. They won’t leave it alone.” Keenan glanced into the enclosure. The elephants stood rigidly around the mound they’d built, ears angled sharply toward the soil.