Larksong Grotto Ozymandias

Zaavier's chest was heaving as he galloped along, heading for Reek's den. His eyes were wild from the exhilaration. He had to get to Reek. He to tell him his plan. His fought his way along the plague of insects. Hearing their bodies crunch beneath his paws made him shutter but he pressed on. Finally, he reached the grotto, charging into it. He could smell Reek and a few other wolves deeper in the cave, so he kept walking. The deeper he went, the more the locust numbers dwindled until finally there was none left. He could still hear the soft humming of the millions of wings outside, but it was nothing compared to what he had just run through. Finally, he reached the others, his sides heaving and tongue lolling in exhaustion. "I saved a couple bundles of burdock root and chamomile, but that's all." He told Reek then gave a snarl directed towards the locusts. 

"But! I have an idea since we will be running out of prey fast. We need to learn how to fish." It may sound revolting at first, but it was really one of the only ways to survive. The insects can not reach the aquatic plants, so there should be plenty of fish. Hopefully.