Jumped on the table and started to howl

As the mother's hand grasped the edge of the tablecloth, her fingers seemed to tighten of their own accord, as if trying to anchor herself to the table. Her eyes, still unfocused, drifted towards the center of the table, where a faint, flickering light from the kitchen window danced across the surface. The gentle, rumbling sensation in her lower intestines continued to build, but she seemed oblivious to it, her attention fixed on some unseen point.

Suddenly, her body tensed, and she let out a low, guttural growl.

As the mother's body tensed, her mouth slowly began to open, revealing a glimpse of her teeth. The growl that had started as a low rumble in her throat began to build in intensity, and her lips started to curl back, forming a snarl. The sound that emerged from her mouth was no longer human, but a primal, animalistic howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the kitchen.

The howl began as a low, mournful wail, but quickly rose in pitch and volume, filling the kitchen with a deafening cacophony of sound.