Sunbeam Lair You give cicadas a bad name

Beneath the dark canopy of their subterranean base, the Ryūjin Gamma was not as shrouded by the sudden plague as those on the outside would be. But in no way did this tempt Noctura to remain safe. Not only had Asterr called, but so did life itself — the lives of those around him, his brothers and sisters of Ryūjin, who may not be so lucky with their cover. So Noctura shot off at a swift pace, his great black paws pounding the earth, crushing locusts beneath them as he reached more open areas. This was black magic, and within it the world was hideous, but it would not always be this way. He heard Asterr shouting out. There was much to do — much to save. Noctura's knowledge of herbs was limited, but he knew the pack's medical caches and advanced to the closest one.

In doing so he found @Ezimette, who looked startled and confused. I'm sure Jolon will be here soon, little sister, he reassured her in his deep voice, but there's no time to waste. Come, help me hide away these dock leaves. He gestured with his muzzle to the long green leaves collected by some tree roots, then gathered as many as he could between his jaws, carrying them swiftly to a rocky pile of scree beyond a harsh cloud of locusts.