Neverwinter Forest plague

The young she-wolf heard it first. The ominous buzzing filling her ears, leaving no room for anything else. Her eyes grew wide as she turned to look behind her. The once bright sky grew dark as the mass of insects seemed to devour up the whole earth. She shook her head, not believing her eyes. Once her shock had died down, confusion took over her, but Astra stayed unusually calm. 

Scimitar's howl broke the ruckus of wings and clicking mandibles, and Astra hurried herself into action. She trotted through the cloud of locusts as best as could, ignoring she sting of the bugs hitting her sides. Her skin crawled at the thought of the bugs crawling upon her - she knew some were. 

Finally, she reached the alpha, her eyes visibly wide in fearful confusion. However, she remained calm, gazing around the the locust covered ground, Sky, and trees. She realized that once the pests left, there would be nothing left. The herds would move on because there was no food, and then there would be no food for them!