Larksong Grotto catgirls are ruining my life!

The crowing of a lost child was hard to ignore. It was so unlike the shrill screeches of her brothers, yet the sound brought her back there in her mind.

( Bodies wedged together tightly in the earth, mother and father stepping aside, the riverscent so clean upon the shadow as it pushed its way inside -- by tooth and blood, a choice thrust upon them -- ! )

Davri could hear them screeching now despite the years between them, hear the metallic pitch of their terror beneath the crying child's own words. She did not know what he was saying - such specificity did not matter - only that he called, and she was within the grotto to listen.

Listen and lurk, slowly closer.