Silverlocks
Once upon a time, there was a family of quaggoths, living in a cave by themselves. These were clever for quaggoths, and so one day they caught a deep rothé, and set it on a fire to cook. They left a piece out for each of them, and left while the pieces cooled.
While they were gone, a little drow child nicknamed Silverlocks came creeping into their home. She liked to wander, but it made her very hungry. She tried the rothe meat - the first piece was too raw. She tried the second piece, and it was nearly burned. The third piece, however, was perfect, and so she ate it.
She looked around at the stone carvings the quaggoths had made. They weren't very good, and so she was careless, dropping one and breaking it.
Then, feeling both tired and overconfident, she curled herself in the pile of furs that served them for a sleeping place.
While she rested, the quaggoths returned.
"My food gone!" the youngest called. They shared out the remaining food.
"My stones broke!" it called again. This they ignored.
"Nestfurs full!" They gathered around their furs, seeing the drow girl there.
Silverlocks woke, but did not scream, much too brave for that. Instead, she levitated up out of the furs, killed the father quaggoth, then the mother quaggoth, but the youngest quaggoth she led home as an apology to her mother for running off, and so it was tamed to serve their House. Silverlocks was more careful where she wandered in future.