The food delivered to hungry mouths, Swarm stood awkwardly on the outskirts of the the group. They all seemed very lively, as if used to this amount of merriment and community. It wasn't that Swarm didn't understand living with someone (Brother and Sister were very much part of herself), it was being lively as a Kimeti. Wasps didn't do all the laughing and dancing, they didn't chatter about their day and snuggle up just to be close.This was foreign turf.
Eventually the noise of the group began to grate on her nerves and she took up the offer of going for wood like a lifeline.