Phantom Hollow Call him Judas if you want, but he did it for reasons much older than silver

AW but hoping for leadership. Vague given the outcome of other threads

The locusts had come and swarmed the valley. At first Pallas had feared them; they were loud and they stung her sharply when they flew into her muzzle, her eyes, her flank and ears. They fell on trees and plants in dark gouts and when they rose and dissipated in a black swarm all that was left were wizened and shriveled sticks and stalks. As if something had come and sucked out the very marrow of life from them.

Pallas had originally tread carefully around these small hives, but now she stepped on them with vigor. She knew a lack of plants meant a lack of food -- hatefully she snapped at every winged pestilence she could. Earlier that morning she had secured not one but three hares, which had grown brazen in their attempts to find food. Two she stored carefully in some obscure cranny in the creek -- but one she brought forth in her mouth to Moonlit Hill's borders. Placing it on the ground she threw back her head and howled, announcing her presence to the pack.