Broken Antler Fen Creepy Crawlers

Ambrosia was a little later in coming to the meeting, but she was lugging the closest cache of kills to The Cove. She put them in a pile near the meeting, and explained herself after spitting out a feather. One or two had come in on her long tawny pelt but one shake sent them flying from the silky strands. Her eyes reflected her worry, assuming that if everything was striped no prey would stick around. 
          "Damn locusts were swarming the cache and it felt wrong to leave it there.... Plus, we'll need food if we're staying close. I can go get more if you want me to Sebastian."
She glanced around the cove to see if there were any of the bug sourges now, but only the two from her pelt seemed to have gotten in. She pounced on the first one with both paws, growling deep in her chest, and trampled down the other one.