Cedar Sweep fall to the knees of the siren

The male introduced himself as Arturo, and odd name that Althaia rolled around her tongue for a moment. She said is silently, maw barely moving, as she listened to the melanistic wolf speak. There was something odd about him, that Althaia soon recognized as being the figure of a coywolf. Her ears perked at the mention of locusts, and for a moment the word was unfamiliar. But she had remebered tales of such creatures, in her birth pack. They were like grasshopers, were they not? And something else...swarms. Yes, that was it They came in swarms, and then they destroyed. 

"Locusts?" she asked. "Are they the insects that look like grasshopers, but bigger? Do you know, sir, how long ago it was that they came?" Althaia was curious to how long these lands had stood barren. Surely, not everything had been eaten by the bugs. Something had to remain...perhaps beyond the mountains? She glanced at them quickly, a small idea taking root in her mind. She wished to find out more from this male.