Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

The young wolf walked cautiously across bare ground along the western bank. Mella hadn't seen the full damaged caused by the locusts or much of their numbers as they passed, but what they left behind was unmistakable. It was apparent that before the swarm came, the large island had been a beautiful and tranquil place. Her brown and tan coat was ruffled by a plesent breeze, sending up clouds of dirt as it passed. She stoped her stroll and turned away from the wind to avoid the clouds that managed to sail across the water.
Once the breeze passed, she turned her attention towards the sky, hoping to see some form of cover from the rays of the sun. Seeing only traces of the clouds she hoped would give her cover, she looked towards the water and quietly made her way to the edge. Here, she thought, would be a great place to rest until the heat passed.