Horizon Ridge Chaos

He danced around her systematically snapping at the locusts, breaking some with ease and then recoiling to spit their parts out or missing them entirely. Renoir did not know what was worse: the voracity of the swarm itself, or the nastiness of each individual bug. He had never been that squeamish before; proper, careful, but not afraid of a little dirt or a little bug. These were big bugs though, and the number of them was overwhelming.

Once he'd gotten a good number of the creatures off of the other wolf, they seemed to free up - moving around him in a countering manner. Renoir snapped at bugs, she snapped at bugs, and gradually she even began to lead him away. The boy didn't care where they went as long as they were safe, and she was safe. It could've been a trap. To think that someone might use this catastrophe to lure a wolf to his demise was melodramatic and ridiculous, but Renoir thought of it anyways; he did follow her, but lagged behind while the locust horde swelled around him. 

When eventually the girl paused before the dark opening of a cave, Renoir knew to let his silly fears slide away. He loped through the swarm - still snapping at the random bug which flew in to his path - and ushered her inside to safety, letting her settle first before ducking in after her. The golden boy's body became a grey smudge in the dark, and the light filtering in to the cave was broken by the intermittent wave of bug bodies that sought the trees around them. A few landed and tried to scurry in to the dark with them, which Renoir hastily tossed aside with a flick of his paw.

He was silent, mostly because he was so out of breath from the struggle.