Larksong Grotto monster

When Hiram got his boy back to the safety of the grotto, he held onto him as tightly as he could. Tapat was sobbing, surely stricken with fear after Laurel's unprompted attack, but he was safe now. "Daddy's got you," Hiram whispered into his trembling son's ear. He was beginning to calm down. Now that time felt as if it was moving slowly, Hiram could finally see that Tapat's neck was bleeding from where Laurel's teeth had held him. Instinctivly, he began licking is son's wounds. The boy would be ok, but he had been lucky that his injuries weren't more severe -- they had all been lucky.

From deeper in the grotto, Hiram could hear Astik stirring. As if it were by some extrasensory bond, it seemed Astik could sense that his brother was in pain. He made a beeline for them and settled in beside the trembling Tapat. Hiram wrapped himself around both his boys, protecting them from the evil that waited for them outside like an impenetrable wall. They would not come to harm. Never.

He stayed for as long as he needed to assure his boys that they were safe, but Hiram soon had to rise. "Stay with your brother Tapat," he said as he began to make his way toward the commotion outside. There were things he needed to attend to: Laurel's fate being one of them. Outside the cave, he found her held tightly in Jhala's grip. Hiram's eyes were full of anger. His tempered gaze fell upon his disobedient daughter. "What do you have to say for yourself?!" Hiram yelled. It was the first time he had ever done so to any of his children. His anger, however, was warrented by Laurel's violent intent. Her actions were nothing short of unforgivable.