The Sentinels More than a lot

ooc: it's ok. We can bump this to the present timeline.

In the days that followed after the attack of the hungry insects that had stripped the lands of all of the greenery, nothing too big had yet happened. It was harder to find shade and shelter now that there were no trees or bushes to hide under, the small and big critters, that usually fed on grass and leaves, seemed to be more affected and desparate and though part of Osprey believed that this was a promise for plenty of cadavers in the future, the other sensed danger looming over their heads as a dark cloud. 

And the uncertainty of the days to come had tainted her joy of giving birth to her children in a weeks time, therefore she gladly escaped to the dream-land, where no such worries existed. She was woken up by a gentle touch on her side  and she blinked sleep away from her eyes, as she lifted her head up that much to see, who it was. "Well, hello, stranger," she greeted Dante, getting up to lie in a sphinx-like position and hear, what he was going to tell her.