Ouroboros Spine BWP: TSS Chittering, chattering bugs, ugh

The small wolf tucked herself closer to Heph and she instinctively curled up to accommodate the young form, using her muzzle to brush off remaining bugs clinging to the red fur. A few crawled over Heph's own tail and she could see the mass of them congregating at the den sight, but it seemed as if the majority of them had fallen off both of the wolves. Realizing that the wolf who was before her was still rather young she looked around curiously, as if a parent might suddenly appear.

She wondered if the cicadas would disperse given their resting spot had been disturbed or if they would continue to amass in the vacant earth. "Were you digging out a den?" Perhaps it had been old and the wolf had simply been caught unawares by an incoming swarm. That in itself was also concerning, even if the bugs were among the lesser dangers compared to other things that might happen upon a wolf den.

Heph shook out her tail determinedly, trying to both dislodge the insects from her own fur and swish away any of the ones that ventured further out into the light.