Dragoncrest Cliffs Security!

The insects were ugly. Greasy-looking and slick, with their wings that made a noisy rattling when they stirred. He didn't like the prickle of their feet, or the way they were difficult to shake off if they decided to climb up his side. He glanced toward Miette, who had begun the absolutely appalling task of eating the insects, though he'd allow it as it meant that with every bug she ate, there would be one less crawling all over him. 

Val offered reassurance but Tousaint wasn't convinced, and continued to pout, pushing himself further away from the bugs as they continued to crawl into the den. He looked up, horrified to see them clinging to thorns and creeping overhead. He heard a crunch and looked down just in time to see Val lift his paw, revealing a sickening clump of crushed exoskeleton and mushy insides. His eyes widened and his frown deepened. 

He didn't want the bugs on him, but he definitely didn't want bug guts on him either. 

Astera arrived, and rather than feeling comforted, Tousaint began to feel stifled inside the den now that it was full not only of cicadas but wolves as well. He didn't want to be touched, and flinched away from Astera's reassurances with an unhappy moan. He looked to the den't mouth, wondering if outside was any better- he was far too overwhelmed being cornered in the den like this.