Shadow Moths

''Shrieker swarms are usually raucous and chaotic, but something has this one even more panicked than usual. The silent flap of wings preludes a silver dart ripping through the air. Vipers and pythons coil into the rookery only to find their clutches of egg sacs sucked dry. Maggots writhe into whatever crevices they can find, fleeing the intruder as it plucks them from the slurry one by one. With the exit blocked, the creature steps back from the puddle and scratches it's claws against the stone. Over a hundred shriekers against one lone shadow moth. I'd almost feel sorry for them.''