Locustsong AC #2Locustsong was on edge. After the wildfire that had broken out, he always felt paranoid and flinched at the slightest rustle in the reeds. He couldn't sleep properly, either...the fire might have been across the river but it still haunted him. He could say his paranoia was be helpful now. The sound of fur and plant life brushing made him lift his head from his nest, looking out of the warrior den cautiously and sniffing the air. His teal eyes widened and he yowled in alarm. "Dogs!" He bolted for the nearest willow tree, shooting up its trunk easily with the help of his long claws and the willow's soft bark. The massive bodies raged beneath him and barked up at him, their huge, sharp-toothed maws slavering as they snapped at his tail. He clawed at them, hissing and spitting furiously, and earned himself a bite on the leg, which he took as an invite to scramble further up the tree.