Redhawk Caldera Back at base, bugs in the software

Panther sauntered through the bugs, not in his usual blind stupor but rather in addled attentiveness. He had never seen such a thing, and could not fathom its results. For all the curiosities and questions he had for the whole world, nothing could have prepared him for a plague of something normally harmless. His imagination substituted the grasshoppers for mice, and birds, and fish. Wolves. Any creature in mass like this was not healthy, and any creature, even if they had not experienced the likes of it before, could sense the danger in this abnormality. And then again, he thought, was this abnormal? He had hardly seen the world or been alive long enough to know; what if this was a common occurrence here in the Caldera. Why would they live here if it was...

The Crestwood came upon the crew quite haphazardly, and he hung back from the alpha male and the other wolves clearly superior to himself, but he knew Peregrine's identity strictly from a passing description from his sister of the father of her new boys. And sure enough, there were four of them bouncing around. He turned to snap at a couple locusts buffeting his side before addressing the clustered wolves he had paused a few feet from. "Bloody great day for introductions, right? I'm Panther... Crestwood, Fox's younger brother. Just joined up a day or so ago..." He thought he might save them the trouble of asking. "Is this a normal sort of thing here at the Caldera? A sort of.. million bug march, or something?" he asked in his lilting accent that made even stupid questions sound intelligently asked.