Dragoncrest Cliffs Security!

He watched, disgusted, as his sister chomped on one cicada after the next, and frowned deeply as their little legs fell from her mouth and their yucky guts squished in her jaws. He pressed himself backwards, trying to shrink away from the insects as they crawled around, rudely climbing up on him wherever they could before he brushed them off with a swipe of his paw. Val spoke and he looked to his sister again, before he gagged. She was actually eating them; and the crunchy, squelchy sound she was making as she did was absolutely appalling. 

Val carried her outside and feeling outnumbered, Tousaint followed. He made sure not to step on any of them on his way out, though it made walking very difficult. He had to side-step and weave in order to avoid them, but once he was clear of the den's mouth, there was more space and he bounded a few paces away, the soft fur of his ruff lifting slightly as he shuddered. 

"Ughhhh!" he groaned, trying to console himself by bathing his pelt, as though to rid it of the feeling of crawling insects.