Thistle mutters
I'm so good at making sounds.

Then she smiles and disappears.

You and her steps move around the hill.

You see a familiar gnome, it is Highpick. She's stading on a small rock and using her pickaxe to hit at something that's around her feet. In the dim twilight you have trouble seeing what it is at first.

There seems to be little reason not to move closer though. You step nearer and you start seeing that there is indeed something small that's scuttling there. They look like large beetles, the size of two extended fingers. The way they act seems unlike anything you've seen insects do. They're acting like a team, snapping at her feet with their pincerlike jaws, attacking this or that leg while she lifts the other to squash another bug.

A large number of the creatures are lying on their backs, maybe half of their total number. Some of the ones that are still moving are starting to eat the ones that are dead.