Larksong Grotto monster

Astik wanted to play with Jhala today, so left Tapat before Laurel's arrival, he was still too young to realize that his brother needed a bit of extra watching. his leaving Tapat meant not much to him, he just wanted to bug his mama-- Jhala wasn't having it today though. the chubby child sat on her back, biting at the fur on her cheeks and yanking at it when he got hold. the tired Vicar eventually stood, Astik tumbling off her, and opted instead to see what Laurel was whining about somewhere else in the cave-- her voice carried like nails on a chalk-board, and Hiram's deep tones followed after. 

she moved through the den in time to see Hiram take a step backwards, and her gaze fell on Tapat, who bounced towards her with his usual, cheerful self. she welcomed her baby towards her with a light bow and a warm smile, but just as she did a brown movement caught her attention. it was Laurel-- whom she'd previously ignored-- diving head first for Tapat and latching her teeth to his neck. he let out a sickening screech, and by pure instinct Jhala snapped. she lunged for the brat, caring for nothing but Tapat in this moment. the child was still young and clumsy, and not at all trained (in battle or manners, for that matter), so the seasoned mercenary had like 5 legs up on her. her eyes blazed, jaws parted and saliva falling ungracefully from her lips and they came down on the girl. she wanted the throat, but afraid she'd release a death-snap on her own beloved baby, she went for the neck. whatever she hit, she bit down hard, picking up the girl and waiting for the release of Tapat, ignoring any whines or cries or pleas that came from her disgusting throat. Laurel could die, for all she cared.