Larksong Grotto monster

Tapat was released, but somehow it didn't feel right to let go of Laurel. it felt right to break her bratty little neck-- right her right now. end all of this bullshit once and for all. she also knew that Hiram probably wouldn't like that, so maybe it wasn't the best of ideas. for once she thought her actions through, and merely held tight, resisting the urge to john cena her dusty ass into the ground and break every bone in her pathetic body. Laurel screeched, squirming and snarling and clawing in a catlike manner at her in an attempt to get loose.

any other wolf, maybe, Jhala would've let down, but this was Laurel. Laurel was young and stupid, and didn't have problem solving skills. she would flee the moment she was set down, and the Vicar knew this. instead she just held her, a growl rumbling fairly constantly in her throat and her eyes welling with tears that the bitchy-kid couldn't see. she prayed-- for the first time ever-- to Raas, that Hiram would come out and not tell her that her baby boy had been killed, or paralyzed. she prayed that Hiram would come out and kill his daughter on his own, though she felt the second one was asking for too much.

regardless, she prayed, holding tightly to the kid by her scruff and waiting.