Broken Antler Fen Bon appetit?

Maybe some new people?

 

Pearl wandered the barren territory, glancing about this way and that to try and catch a glimpse of color. The locusts ongoing buzzing was a constant sound, one that she was slowly getting used to, but annoying all the same. They were still everywhere, but thankfully some were beginning to go away. The moose seemed to be doing just fine as well, as long as they had their underwater plants to munch on. 

She laid down on the ground, ignoring the crunch of the others beneath her and focusing on just one. "Why," she muttered, batting at it. Were they even edible? She thought someone else might've already tried it, but they were just too weird-looking. She stuck her tongue out and touched it to the insect of doom, not really tasting anything. Should she try it? What the heck, she thought. Pearl hesitantly reached out her head and snapped it up, shuddering and making faces at the crunching sound it made as she was chewing it. It wasn't half bad, but she couldn't get over that horrible crunch.