Larksong Grotto Ozymandias

Eslani had been feeling quite fine lately, and frankly she was also much less aggressive for the past few weeks. She was minding her own business and taking a nap when she felt it. The tiniest prick on her tail. She whipped it away, only to feel more pricks. Was this a swarm of horsefly?  She whisked it away, straight into a heap of locusts. With a shriek, Eslani was on her paws and running--sprinting actually-- away from the cloud. What the hell? Locusts? Fucking Locusts? She snarled and screamed, bolting for her pack. "Help," She snarled out as she passed them, running in circles from the disgusting creatures that clung to her god damn pelt. No! No! Her OCD-ish symptoms made everything worse, knowing that disgusting, filthy bugs were attached to her.