Totoka River On the sandy coast, windswept

His curiosity gets the best of him, and he decides travel further up shore to see how far the locusts reach. It seems there are more of them now; they tread across the sand in search of more grass and there are hundreds if not thousands swarming in the air... in there wake it is not hard to miss the stripped fronds and bare brushes. It is not hard to fathom how bad this could be.

He lifts a paw to bat a hitchhiker from his nose, and his ears twitch whenever one brushes past them. There are locusts as far as the eye can see, and he is certain his stay up north will be a short one. But he plods along for now and ahead, through the curtain of insects, he can see another wolf. She is fairing no better than he, for as many locusts fly around her as him.

One flies within a paw's length of his snout, and he snaps at it, catching it and smashing it between his teeth. "You know what," he comments as he draws to within speaking distance, tail swishing in a relaxed, friendly way. "These dang things aren't half bad as a snack."