Redhawk Caldera Back at base, bugs in the software

Luckily his meatshield chosen adult leaned down, offering more protection as well as a few bonus comforting touches.  He whimpered, tail twitching anxiously as he stared at the mess around them.  The thrumming of insect wings continued to wear on his ears in an uncomfortable way and the crowding nature of the swarm was too much even for the cuddly pup.  These insects weren't pack.  They weren't for cuddling.

He would likely make walking somewhat challenging for Finley as they moved for the cave, mainly because he intended to stick like a burr as close to her legs as he could get, intent on keeping his shield in place for as long as the mass of locusts was there.