Zeratul kept an unbreakable grip on the vines, yanking the mole's snout back down every time it tried to rear up or break free. He maintained a comfortable distance between himself and the lions, with Cybele in his peripheral vision. His hunch proved correct for now - she would have attacked him by now if she'd wanted to do so.

The monster's thrashing eventually succumbed to the pain and injury inflicted on it the lions, and Zerataul let the vine go lax. He didn't drop it, just in case, but the familiar's had done their work well.