Totoka River On the sandy coast, windswept

She misunderstood him a second time, and parted her jaws to protest his rogue attitude. She took him to mean that tornadoes did only a small amount of damage, taking herself (and him) much too seriously to realize that it was a joke. It was a sad state of affairs. Saena was once quick to quip and join in, and now she couldn't even recognize a joke when it slapped her in the face. Before she could compose any words and throw them out at him, though, Rexxar rejoined with his theory on the insects, and she clapped her jaws shut when she realized he was probably right.

She followed the line of his sight to the undergrowth, which was losing volume by the minute. The lone wolf had a point. Yet Saena was unwilling to believe that little bugs were capable of unseating the balance of nature—something not even a large animal could do easily, and these were miniscule—and she masked a scoff by coughing lightly. "No one will go hungry. You just said they're edible, didn't you?" the Alpha female pointed out, thinking herself quite clever indeed. "And anyway, it'll grow back. It grows back every year, so it'll grow back after this." She misjudged how quickly the land would recover, of course. With how quickly the leaves came in the springtime, Saena assumed they would be just as quick to come back from this. My, how wrong she was.

"It's just like an extension of winter," she tried to reason, though her tone quavered with uncertainty as she watched a pack of locusts devouring the long blades of grass fringing the coast.