Totoka River On the sandy coast, windswept

"Just a bit, but not enough to worry about," he quips with a roguish smile and a twitch of his ears. It is not missed on him that he has touched a personal cord with his comment, but he is not one to pry for details. "Tornadoes might uproot trees and make a mess of the land," he explains, "but these bugs... They are eating everything. Just look." He gestures with a jerk of his head toward the brushy banks, and takes several steps in their direction. Peering close between the locusts, it is easy to see the creatures feeding, and even easier to see the stripped fronds and limbs of the plants they have already eaten. "I got a bad feeling," he says with a slow shake of his head and his mouth drawn into a pensive line. "If this has affected as much land as I bet it has, that this is going to put things out of balance. It's going to get worse. Wolves are going to go hungry."