Larksong Grotto The first signs

Astik retreated as soon as Laurel began to yell. He had seen his mother yell like that once, and he didn't like it-- it just wasn't okay. Letting out a loud yelp he dipped behind his fathers forepaws, staring meekly at the liver girl and the red one off in the distance. It had taken a few moments for shock to settle, but the boys throat dried and he let out a loud wail-- had he been capable of crying tears would've welled from his eyes and spilled over his cheeks. He didn't understand, it didn't make sense-- her voice was mean and loud and sickening. Astik felt just that, sick, and scared.