Blacktail Deer Plateau Fade away

@Gavriel is with her in the background. LOCUSTS! :)

Tagging @Renoir and @Chosovi since you both mentioned possible interest in this locale.

The swarm made traveling incredibly difficult, though Wildfire and Gavriel gave it their best shot by sticking close to the river, where the locusts were slightly less congested. Then night fell and it was like being rendered senseless; they could not see, hear, smell or feel anything but locusts. They had no choice but to seek refuge at the foot of a plateau rising over the riverbank. The yearling swallowed her fear of caves as they huddled together in a small one among the rocky terrain, relieved to note that very few of the locusts followed them in there.

A restless night passed. The two of them didn't talk much, except to ponder how long this plague would last. When the sun rose, they reluctantly poked their heads out of the makeshift den. Wildfire felt like someone struck her in the gut as her amber eyes roved over the adjacent plains. The locusts were slightly sparser than before—they were leaving!?—but it quickly became clear why. There was nothing left. The earth and trees were stripped of grass and leaves, respectively, and there was not one speck of green in sight. The wilderness was a wasteland.

"This... isn't good," she said lamely to Gavriel (repeating his very own words), feeling an uncharacteristic flare of desperation, frustration and anger well up in her throat when yet another locust smacked right into her. She lashed out, snatching it out of the air and crushing it between her teeth.