Redhawk Caldera Back at base, bugs in the software

Not long after @Fox left on her trip to go see Wildfire, Peregrine fed the boys lunch and then tried (and mostly failed) to get them to settle down for a nap. He plopped nearby, keeping a shrewd eye on them. They were particularly rowdy, so the Alpha decided he could use some backup. He tipped his head back and called for @Eljay primarily and secondarily for @Elwood or @Finley. Hopefully one (or more) of the trusty Blackthorns could spare some time to help him babysit.

While he waited for help to arrive, Peregrine looked up at the sky with a furrowed brow. There had been a strange humming sound vibrating in the air all day, though he had shrugged it off as cicadas or something. Now, though, the noise grew and a great shadow fell over the caldera. He stood uneasily, balancing on three legs as he tried to figure out what he was seeing.

They washed over him—over the entire rendezvous site—like an ocean wave. "Grasshoppers?" Peregrine guessed out loud even as several clung to his fur. One even perched right atop his head. He turned and shuffled over toward the pups, wading through several inches of the creeping, crawling insects. One pegged him in his blind eye and he hissed as he came to stand over the (likely mesmerized) @Ferret, @Gannet, @Whip and @Peter.

"Uh, should I be concerned?" he consulted them before playfully flicking a particularly huge locust in Ferret's general direction.