Hushed Willows Ornithomancy

Kunik traveled with ears flat, eyes squinted, and muzzle down to keep the bothersome locusts from invading any of her orifices. The insects landed on her from time to time, moving away when they found nothing of sustenance in her fur. 

Entering the clearing, she could feel the crunch of the small bodies beneath her paws which might have made her cringe were she a weaker variety. The brownish red woman made no attempt to speak to anyone, doubting she would be heard over the droning. She nodded to Warbone and the others, awaiting why he had called her.