Redtail Rise everything's not lost

The duo was making quick work of the crickets.

Thoo many! He exclaimed through a mouthful. Quite literally, he’d bit off more than he could chew.

Lilia seemed to be in a similar predicament. He promptly coughed and spat out a glob of insect parts.

Thankfully, the clicking of their jaws—and general mass cricket carnage—seemed to perturb the rest of the hoard from mindlessly advancing in their direction.

The Bearn was fine with letting them escape, for now.

He was more preoccupied with spitting to remove the bug residue from his mouth. 

We need wawer, came his suggestion.