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Hanako's nose twitched as she was hit by a wave of deja vu. The scenery was different but the smell was undeniably the same: the sweet, syrupy scent of honey. She licked her lips as her stomach rumbled, last time she hadn't even tried to steal a taste but it this time it'd be different. She'd do better, be more determined and would even give that bear she'd met earlier some too! Just because he'd asked so nicely, after all how could she say no to such a well dressed gentleman? Regardless of her intentions she had a sinking feeling that she didn't have the skill or wits to do it alone. The wind picked up, practically stuffing the smell down her nose as if to lure her forward and deeper into the orchard. Then a bee buzzed past her ear and Hanako narrowed her eyes with laser focus, her resolve became as solid as stone. She wouldn't let the bear down, no sirree!

Tipping her head back, Hanako let out a chirpy howl in an open invitation to anyone who wanted to join her. As she howled her voice grew deeper as she added the promise of spoils, insisting that it would be worth their time and effort. She'd never asked strangers for help like this before but her call had been pretty damn persuasive, if she did say so herself.

And then not long after they emerged from between the apple trees; two wolves, one black and white and the other grey. Hanako wagged her tail in greeting but said nothing, as the scent that wafted into their noses spoke volumes. There was a treasure up ahead, they just had to work together to find it.

Sedna had been out, taking a catalogue of local herbs she recognised the uses for when a howl went up asking for assistance. She recognised the scent as one of the Armada wolves, so naturally she would heed it. The Archer-Lyall had every intention of proving her worth as quickly as possible, and so she answered with a short call of her own, lengthening her stride in the direction of the other wolf. What met her eye should not have been surprising by now, yet somehow it was. The white woman was painted with a mosaic of orange and black splotches, very becoming, even if she wouldn’t say as much out loud. Her head hung comfortably in line with her spine as she approached, her steady waving tail only stuttering in its cadence when another wolf approached.

This one smelled different, and her head tipped ever so slightly in defence of her throat, eyes narrowing and a single lip lifting in warning. She wasn’t sure if her companion knew the other wolf, so she wouldn’t leap to the offensive straight away, but the set of her spine and the way her legs were splayed ever so slightly for balance would make it clear that she wasn’t in the mood to tolerate any funny business. Her skin still crawled with her blasted heat and her patience was thin, at least the thick scent of honey on the breeze served as a distraction. She licked her lips, offering a ghost of a grin to the lighter wolf. Worth it indeed.

Pestilence had been living with Fireside for half a season now and was finally finding her feet there. Animal husbandry was one of their main focuses, and so Pesto figured that it would only help her case to find even MORE to breed and raise. It was while she wandered the orchard for chickens that she heard the call and her ears perked. The scent was faint on the air and it appeared to be Armada wolves, something Pestilence was familiar and comfortable with. While she might not be a princess of their Empire anymore, she still considered them to be her friends.

Once she approached the reason for the invitation became more obvious. High in the trees hung beehives, maybe dozens of them. The buzz of the bees was a strong deterrent for the girl, however she began to salivate at the smell of the honey they guarded. "Hey guys, down to do a little breaking and entering?" The yearling's grin widened, and she began to walk a semi-circle around the nearby tree where the smell was strongest. Now that they'd found it, how were they to get the honey down?