Fairspell Meadow November skies

@Gavriel is with her in the background. LOCUSTS! :)

The ominous humming continued, growing louder by the hour. Several times, Wildfire thought about turning back and returning to the safety of Sleeping Dragon. But then she would have wasted not only her time and energy, but Gavriel's as well. And she really wanted to talk to her mother. Fox would be able to provide guidance the yearling wouldn't find anywhere else.

So they trekked onward, bypassing the mountains to the south before mutually agreeing to take a break and rest on the meadow. While her guard sprawled in the long grass, the yearling hunted, eventually returning with a fat rabbit. She dropped to her haunches beside Gavriel before tearing the carcass into halves, one for each of them. They ate in what would have been companionable silence if not for that awful white noise.

Abruptly, the sound rose in pitch and the sky darkened. Licking blood from her lips, Wildfire looked up again, uncomprehending, as what appeared to be a flock of small birds swooped overhead. They were so populous, they blotted out the afternoon sun. She quickly realized they were not birds when they descended on the open prairie, including on herself and Gavriel.

Bugs. Literally millions of bugs.