You watch the humans from behind a tree, in the shadows. The two chat and cuddle with giggles and your antennae goes straight while the fluff around your neck starts to puff up a bit more. No, both are clearly already mated or however humans call it. You watch as the two soon get into their tent before shaking your head and flying away, back to your eclipse, what your swarm decided to be called after finding out what a group of moths are called.