Larksong Grotto monster

Hiram hadn't returned in tears, or with a limp baby boy in his jaws, so she was relieved he wasn't dead... that was at least a good sign. "no you're not!" Jhala seethed through the liver fur she held so tightly in her scruff. she didn't know, truthfully. Laurel could've very well felt bad about what she'd tried to do, but there was no way that Jhala could've known that for sure. she needed to stop talking, because she was just making herself look like a bigger asshole-- though in no way was she at fault here. but she shut up anyway, leaving the conversation between Hiram and the satan-spawn. she just held tightly to make sure she didn't escape, because the vicar still did not trust her to stay put.