Sleeping Dragon getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

There was an annoying buzz in her ears, present even within the deep throes of her slumber. Gradually, as she was lulled to awaken from her slumber it became louder. Groggily, she gave a flick of her ear as if she were warding off a stray fly, assuming that that was exactly what she was doing. It was only when the noise ceased to stop that she finally stirred awake, ears splaying back to lay flat against the curve of her skull as she glimpsed around the darkness of her cave. It was not, she realized as her paws slid against the rock and dirt floor, like any sort of insect buzzing she could ever recall hearing before. In fact, she wasn't even sure what it was. Her brows furrowed as she pushed herself to her paws, as curious as she was hesitant.

Slowly, she slunk to the mouth of her den's entrance and peered outside but it was not until she climbed out further and took a good look did she let out a small shriek of a yelp and recoil back into the large cavern of her den. The sky was dotted with bugs. The buzzing was the sound of them in flight but there was more than she'd ever seen converged together ...possibly more bugs than she'd ever seen in her entire life! While there was not many things that horrified the shield-maiden it turned out she was, secretly, harbored quite the bug phobia. Part of her wanted to believe that this wasn't real: but when she closed her eyes and poked her head back outside her cave the image and noise remained. A different fear then her phobia began to set in as she watched them converge on a nearby tree, consuming it until it was a mass of squirming bodies.

There were so many of them and they were covering a tree and Gyda could not help the sudden thought that they would eat all of their prey's food and when the herds had nothing left to sate their hunger: they would move on, which could mean that Sleeping Dragon and the other packs would be struggle; and Gyda's only thought was: what had they done to upset the Gods so? For surely this was a story befitting a saga but not one that she would perceive to be a good tale. A voice rose against the constant thrum of the insects in flight and Gyda recognized it well enough. She did not know Thuringwethil's Second very well at all, but Thuringwethil had yet to answer the older woman's call and so Gyda braved the mini beasts, visibly cringing when one flew too close to her face. She was a valkyrie. Not even the idea of her own death scared her but bugs were her undoing?

“Magpie,” Gyda called out to the dark coated Beta, hoping to steal the woman's attention.