Silver Creek the ants go marching one by one

Spring was happy to make one of her fellow members of Silver Creek get a chance to feel some triumph.  It made her feel good, even if eating a Locust was required.  Face still twisted up and looking thoroughly disgusted, Spring finished the Locust, blood, guts, bones and all.  She then launched herself at the water source, just ready to escape the horrible taste that seemed to envelope her mouth.  What if it never left?  She fretted for a while, as she thrust her muzzle into the water source, gulping down the water.  Within a minute of constant gugging, with an occasional breath, Spring's mouth tasted good again.  The female rocked back on her haunches, still disguisted by the Locust.

"That."  She took a breath.  "Tasted terrible."  Spring commented with a slight tease in her tone.  She sat there for about ten more seconds, before pulling herself back to her paws.  With a glance up to the sky, she notied that it was starting to darken, not to the ebony shade of Casmir's coat, but time had still began it's shift from the light of the day, to the darkness of the night.  A tired feeling settled in her and a small yawn escaped her.  Maybe she would head back to her den soon, get some very much needed sleep in.