Hushed Willows Ornithomancy

Nova wasn't far from where Warbone and Octavia were, and she hadn't yet been swarmed. The elder heard the commotion of the buzzing cloud though, and when she turned to look towards Warbone the shadow was clear. Shit! Locusts had been a plague before in her life, and she wasn't so keen on the time of hunger and stress that would come after. She took off for the alpha, grumbling as a bug hit her every so often. Eventually, his brown pelt came into view, and the familiar stormy pelt of Tavi was present next to him. 
      "Warbone, what do you need me to do?"
Her offer was flung at him in a rush of breathless words, spectral eyes gazing bitterly up at the ever-closer storm. The golden and cream female hoped the alpha had some plan, even if hers was miniscule. Old she may be, but never useless. This old female would pull her weight till her bones turned to dust! Thoughts worried her of Grace, but there wasn't time to look for her. Not when she would be coming to Warbones call as well.