She screams and flails and claws!

(It's not very effective, though her claws are still kitten-sharp. It's immediately obvious just from holding her that she hasn't been eating as well as she should; she's skinny, without much muscle.)

The tentacles will drag her up to a mouth. 

Which will give her a long, maternal, lick. 

Aaaaaaaa it's gonna eat her aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

...

...

What.

At which point her familiars show up. She's too stunned to stop them from pouncing on the apparent threat, or at least trying to.

The threat is not where it appears to be! They pounce on empty air where paws had appeared to be! 

The threat will huff with confusion, transfer the existing kitten to it's mouth, delicately held by the scruff of the neck, and try and scoop up the remaining kittens with it's tentacles. 

One of them is pretty readily scoopable;

the other manages to dodge, once, before he's caught.

(These two are much more reasonably well-fed.)

Well, that's good, that some of them are in better condition! But this is, overall, pretty bad! They're still very small (and possibly not the same kind of thing? They don't have the right number of limbs).

They will be taken back to the den proper, where the displacer beast has moved into a chamber much larger than any digging animal would make for itself. On one side, there's a big patch of warm soft earth and piled-up fluff for sleeping, and on the other side there's ... a pile of bones. Human bones, some of them, leaving a scattering of possessions along with the more biological inedibles. One such possession is glowing, somehow, low red-gold light filtering and flickering through the bones. 

It is in this strange light, that Denice gets the first proper look at the creature which has captured her. She is, at base, a snow leopard, but one strangely lengthened, with six legs instead of four, and a pair of tentacles akin to the primary hunting tentacles of a squid, rising from their shoulders. 

The strangest thing, however, is the way that it's appearance seems to drift from location to location. Even while held in it's arms or mouth, and thus quite sure of where it is, it's hard to keep track of it's location in any other respect, perspective and perception warping to confuse the location of the beast. 

What.

(This place has different magic, that's got to be some of what.)

(And it's holding her kitten-style, not like prey; that's pretty indicative.)

(Being held like this is honestly kind of nice; it's weirdly soothing. Helps her think, instead of panicking quite so much.)

(Probably what they should do is cooperate until they have an opening and then run?)

(Her familiars are not really on board with 'cooperate' at this time; she can probably get their attention about it once they've stopped panicking though.)

(Okay, that's fine, she can work with that.)

She gives her best kittenish mew.

Yes! Kitten! Cold kitten! You are going to go in a big pile and get curled up in chest fluff. 

That's nice, honestly. It's good to be warm.

Has she forgotten that they're going to get eaten, here. That seems like the important part.

She doesn't think they are, is the thing, or at least not right away; can they chill for a minute?

Absolutely not. They're already running away.

Look, she just lay down and now they're running away. She hesitates for a moment and then they're gone, and pursuing them would be an endeavour and a half. She is going to stay right here with this less ungrateful kitten. They'll come back if they want food and warm. Maybe. 

They'll be all right for a little bit, probably. For now she's going to cuddle up and get warm.

They think they'll be all right; they've got a good tree to hide in the branches of.

Denice waits until they're calmer and starting to get chilly again to point out that it's going to get really cold come nightfall.

...that's not a problem best solved by getting eaten.

And look how eaten she's not!

They'll think about it.

Unaware of any such conversations, she will curl up and doze off, happily protected from the cold by the earth. 

The next morning, she will wake, and gently lick her kitten (kittens?) Clean and awake. 

Yeah,