Larksong Grotto Ozymandias

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@Jhala @Eslani @Skeet @Aspen @Zaavier @Lilac @Emory @Charley Pryor @Sapphire Sephora

Even deep within the depths of the grotto, the hum of the descending swarm outside was deafening. It was safe within the embrace of his cave -- it seemed the winged horrors held some sort of aversion to the confined space -- but fear still gripped Reeks chest tightly. Head flush with confusion in the wake of all the chaos, Reek was unsure of what sort of damage this would bring to his land— to his pack. Individually, the locusts seemed so harmless, but as a swarm, the damage they could do to the plant-life of the grotto was unknown. These unanswered questions, they brought Reek unease.

His heartbeat had yet to slow from it's rapid, fearful rhythm. Stragglers from the chaos outside still clung to his fur— he could feel the spindly legs of locusts moving across his skin. Reek was utterly disgusted. Whipping his head around, he attempted to pull as many locusts from his fur as he possibly could: each crunching in his mouth as he stripped them away. The taste was foul, but he had nothing else to do as he waited for his wolves to join him inside his shelter.

And soon, they did just that. Responding to his howl, subordinates entered into the cave in droves: each appearing a bit worse-for-wear, especially Jhala who seemed to be doing battle with the bugs on the cave floor. It was Aspen to arrive first, and to her question, Reek's only response was a confused shrug. He had no idea what was going on, nor the implication of what sort of disaster it would bring. The only thing he knew was, no matter what, this wasn't a good thing for the grotto.  

Once all his wolves were accounted for -- save for Eslani and the Pryor twins -- Reek finally opened his mouth to speak. Zaavier's suggestion towards fishing did not go unnoticed, but Reek shook his head. "It won't be enough," he said. Fish were all fine and good for the individual, but the lake could not support a pack as large as the grotto. "But, we can't do anything about it until the swarm leaves. We'll take shelter here for the time being."

His eyes narrowed as he scanned through the bodies who filled his cave. "Where's Eslani? The Pryor's?" Surely they would be coming soon.