Neverwinter Forest plague

I would say we can forego posting order, but maybe try to let everyone respond per round?

His stomach clenched – his eyes taking in the sights of each member as they answered his call, his eyes searching them from a distance to ensure nothing terrible had happened. He did not know what the insects were – only that they clung to the beautiful conifers of the forest and devoured the foliage of the land.

His eyes sought out for Kieran, Eshe and Kaskara – none of whom had come to view yet. Those that were accounted for remained tense, and as Goldhawk mentioned they should remain calm, Scimitar exhaled a shaky breath, his tail giving a sweep through the air, feeling the bugs coil in his pelt. “They’re eating the trees and plants,” he murmured, uncertain if it was loud enough for the others to hear him. With his eyes skirting once more to the surrounding area, willing the familiar forms of his family to emerge, the cinnamon wolf waited.

“We have no herbs to store,” he muttered again, his form taking to pacing gently now. Such a thing was futile – and only as he watched a rather thick swarm a bush and devour its leaves in a pace quicker than he had imagined, did he realize the extent of what this could mean. “How are our caches?” His eyes swept over the group, wondering if anyone had recently contributed to the packs caches.