Larksong Grotto monster

There was nothing but pain in her heart as she lunged for the child that had taken her father from her. Laurel had been going down a slippery slope for a while now, filled with self-loathing and hate for everyone that had ever left her or taken anything from her. Everybody just left, so something had to be wrong with her. But now it was time to take things into her own paws. Take what she wanted and needed.

As soon as her teeth connected with the child's neck, Laurel was filled with both a compelling urge to retreat and stop this madness, laced with hatred for herself, for what she had been driven to do, for what she had become, and a sickening satisfaction that she was putting the reins back into her own hands. She felt blood drawn and trickle through her mouth not unlike that of prey -- and the stinging disappointment that she felt no better -- but it was not long before something else happened.

When Jhala's teeth caught around her neck Laurel let go of Tapat, not very experienced in battle as she was nor with any real plan in mind. She cried out in pain and then (while, presumably, Reek took Tapat away) flailed to try and get free, teeth exposed to try and grab part of Jhala if she could while she continued to whine as well as snarl. She didn't remember ever feeling this much pain and yet at the same time, driven by adrenaline, it was like she felt nothing at all. If she would manage to get free Laurel would try to run away.