Neverwinter Forest plague

Alone by a river, Goldhawk choked and gagged on the locust in his throat until finally he threw it up. It had flown straight into him. Throat raw, and startled into silence, he watched wide-eyed as it twitched horribly on the grass — and then the blurred horizon came into terrible focus. A plague of insects was sweeping over Neverwinter like a great dark tidal wave. It was sickening and brutal, and Goldhawk couldn't turn away until he heard the call of his liege. The warrior turned and ran swiftly as the locusts battered his pelt, expression grim but forcibly calm as he tried to ignore what the plague was doing to his beautiful forest...

When he arrived at the gathering, chaos had the reins. Control your fear, Mazi, there's a good gal, he advised his friend as he saw her trembling and confused. We have to keep ours heads on, wot. Certain that his Alphas would shortly command them into a safe place, Goldhawk stood tall and glanced round urgently for his comrades. Where was Kaskara...?