Redhawk Caldera Back at base, bugs in the software

Well this was new. 

The humming had caught his attention first, and he'd been drawn toward it out of curiosity. He sniffed the air for any trace of a scent, but couldn't find anything that was very remarkable, and only began to regret his decision to wander toward the approaching sound when he saw the dark cloud moving this way and that way on the horizon- far too quickly for a cloud. This wasn't a cloud at all- it was alive, and it was heading for the Caldera. He paced, observing as the swarm came closer and closer, until he tucked his tail and ran, just as the locusts began to descend upon the land. 

They bounced off his shoulders and back as he ran, smacking into his shout and clinging to his fur. He let out an alarmed cry when one rebounded off his snout and into his eye, but he shook his head and it was gone. He made a beeling straight for the gathering area, hoping that others would be there as well, or taking cover, or that they would have some sort of explanation. 

Sure enough, the alpha of the pack was there, with two other adults and then his children as well. Shrike looked half frightened and half indignant as he approached, snapping at a locust that had grasped a chunk of his fur and crunching it in his teeth. It didn't taste great. Head and tail low, he approached, looking from one adult to the next, hoping one of them had some sort of idea as to what the heck was going on. All Shrike knew was that he did not like these insects- and he had a sinking feeling that something was terribly wrong.