Onyx had no way to carry these cacoons back with him. He had managed to make a large pile of them in his excitement to bring them back to Lisa. He had wanted to do something to thank her for making him part of Midnight's costume for his first harvest festival. But now he was stumped.
Normally people avoided the [purple moths because they would act aggressively to the larger animals and monsters that came around. It was a natural territorial behavior when their food source might be threatened. No one could be angry at their instinctual actions. The problem was, that this reaction was preventing people from going near them.
"The patrols must know that the moths are here and that's why none have passed me by in a little while." Onyx was thinking out loud. It was a good way to get his thoughts to flow without getting hung up.
