Moonspear the dragon's back rent asunder

Morale was at an all time low for the dark Rikudou(-Ostrega) meanwhile, hunger pinched up and down her underbelly as she wandered an empty trail. It felt as if all things had come to crashing to an awful halt in the wake of the locust swarm. This impending unknown did not sit well with her, as a creature of the wilds first and foremost, and secondarily as a naturalist. It hurt.

She was determined to maintain any bit of pack stockpile she could, all while the weight of choosing to stay here where nothing green remained (after failing to foresee such struggle) pulled her every step down. Amekaze wanted to believe they were resilient enough to wait it out, but as far as she knew, several of the pack were unproven in situations such as these. That, and a few had even evidently left the area entirely within the last half turn of the moon -- give or take, naturally. Some of these absences were more concerning to her than others, but above it all, it was simply more to contend with.

All of this manifested as tired muscles and a distinct sharpening to the perpetual prickle to her hackles.

She stalked on, finding nothing.