Redhawk Caldera Back at base, bugs in the software

This will be my last post. I'll archive this in a couple'a days! :)

It was quieter down here underground, even with the echoes of their footsteps and voices. The air was certainly clearer of actual physical obstructions (read: locusts), though the tension and anxiety emanating from the gathered wolves was practically palpable. Peregrine himself was not a fan of small, dark, enclosed spaces and there was a thread of apprehension in his blood. He comforted himself by focusing on his family—all of the wolves present—and ushering them safely deeper into the chamber to escape the overwhelming wave of bugs.

He coaxed his children to settle down beside him, then did a head count to make sure everyone was still present. He chewed on his lip when he suddenly felt Fox's absence more than ever. He wasn't worried about her, exactly. He knew the feisty red she-wolf could take care of herself. And the locusts weren't a direct threat, in any case. But he would have strongly preferred she was here with him, of course. Peregrine sighed, just hoping she had found cover, as he slowly reposed against a cold stone wall and welcomed the boys to gather closer and snuggle if they liked. It was probably a good idea to get comfortable; he had a feeling they would be down here awhile.