The bug stirred once more in its cocoon, having spend more time in it as it adjusted to digesting new meat, even if it was longer by only a couple of seconds. Once more, it ate its way out of its cocoon, although this time, it only ate the side facing away from the entrance, leaving it blocked off. Turning to the side that was still intact, the bug pushed against it a couple of times to see how sturdy it was, and spun more of the purple thread to reenforce it in places it deemed necesary. Once satisfied, it began heading down the tunnel.
Again it had changed, although not as drastically as before. Now, all six of its insect feet had become little paws, complete with claws, the largest of which being on the hind legs. On both sides of its head, just above its mandibles, it had grown nostrils, and near the back of its head, were too small hearing channel with small but rugged hair surrounding them to prevent dirt from getting in.
The bug moved through the tunnel, a little dazed. Both because with the remains of the cocoon blocking off the entrance to the den, it was in complete darkness, and it was rather overwhelmed by its more accurate sense of smell and completely new sense of hearing. While it adjusted, the bug relied on tried and tested sense of touch, feeling around with its antenna.
OoC: That's it for me for today.
