Broken Antler Fen Creepy Crawlers

Brandy came to Sebastians call at once, trotting into The Cove with her copper and cream pelt clumped out in anxiety. A few locusts clung to her fur, and she looked none too pleased about it. She at least knew what they were, though, but hadn't ever seen so much damage done. She sat on the roots of the tree in which her mother had dug for the two, snapping her jaws around the final bug and EATING it. Her pretty face twisted, suggesting it tasted not so well, but didn't spit it out. Her lemon eyes reflected her anger, and she snarled her answer down at the dead ones at her fiery paws.
           "Locusts. Ambrosia and I have seen them here and there, but I've never seen them so bad."
As for the den part, well, that might be a little harder. There were okay places in their sanctuary that could be used for dens, but the firm, dry ground was spaced out throughout it. A den big enough for all of them, like tunnels, could not be possible in an area like this. 
                 "Mother dug us a den right here, but its only just big enough for us. There are a couple other places we could dig, but a tunnel system of any sorts couldn't be safely done in the fen."