Larksong Grotto Ozymandias

Hearing the call of Reek and seeing the swarm of locusts coming straight for him, Skeet was almost frozen in place. Fear spread across his eyes before he took off, running as fast as he could. He could hear their loud buzzing, some began to stick to his fur. He ran faster and faster, almost running out of breath before seeing the cave where the howl originated from.

Continuing with a heaving body, Skeet began to run into the cave, deeper and deeper as locusts began to fly off of his matted fur. He soon slowed down his pace, seeing others from the pack inside with Reek. Skeet let out his breaths of relief and panic as he trotted deeper to rest with the others. The hell bugs would hopefully leave soon, but Skeet feared the worst.

Would the animals move on to another area and leave the wolves to starve? That didn't matter for the moment, what mattered was being safe for now. He went close to Reek, nudging his shoulder with his muzzle before settling down next to him.

"Some-... bugs" he panted to his leader before settling his heads atop his paws.