Silver Creek The march of ages

The promise of a fresh start had all but dissolved when the insects had come. Gaia still had no words for them, nor had she ever witnessed something as devastating in her young life. The woodlands, the grass, the brush.. everything had been eaten by the insects, and even now, her paws crunched along their travels upon many of their dead bodies.
 
It had served as bare nourishment, though, and so every now and then, the pale tawny girl would cringe as she bent her muzzle down, scooping up one of the insects in her mouth and digesting it.
 
She skirted closer to Saena, though remained a respectful distance from the weary mother. Her intent was only to ensure the puppies remained within the view of adults, and she was fortunate enough to not need ton intervene as much as those more trusted with them.
 
When they finally came to what had likely been a lavish area, now also tripped form the locusts, Gaia's tired mint eyes drifted to Saena, who claimed that this was it. The decision was made just like that, and Gaia studied the woman curiously. They would need to do much -- establish borders, find a den for the young pups.. or dig one out. All thoughts of hunting were fleeting -- she had not seen much for prey the moment they had come to these lands past the mountains, and had the foliage of the Wilds not been so ravaged, she would have perhaps argued this was not the best place to settle.
 
Yet she trusted Saena, and Gaia dipped her muzzle down in quiet gratitude that their travel was now over.