Beevenge

It was just a normal, peaceful day in the orchard and then suddenly, BEES. Sparrow had never had problems with the suckers before, but something- or someone- must have pissed them off because now they were on her tail. Sparrow raced between the trees in circles as her mind spun similarly as to what she should do about this. She felt if she just continued to run, they could continue to chase her. She wasn't really sure how far bees could fly, but she was sure they weren't usually this adamant about chasing her. Maybe wasps or hornets... even that one particularly angry lizard that one time she was a pup, but bees were usually one of those things where if you leave them alone, they won't harm you.

However, today, they were feeling super chasey and Sparrow just happened to be the target. So, with particularly pissed off bees, what is one to do? Sparrow wasn't quite sure yet, but she was working on it. She had thought about jumping into some water, but... did the Orchard even have water? Sparrow couldn't remember anymore, and if there was any, she sure as heck couldn't find it right now. If she was to dig a hole she could maybe get away from them, but that would take terribly long and she was sure she would get stung to death in the meantime. Could she outrun them? Maybe she could. How long did it take for bees to get tired anyways? They could fly for a long time, last time she thought about it. She debated on how many bee stings one wolf could survive. Ten? Twenty?

Okay, so Sparrow knew she had to do something. She pushed extra hard to run further ahead of the bees before turning on heel and skidding around to bark a few times loudly at them. As soon as she finished her bark, she had to turn around and haul tail. It seemed the noise didn't deter the bees. Did bees even have ears? Sparrow wasn't sure, but either way, that hadn't worked and Sparrow was back to running.

Ok, next plan of attack. She could use her tail to whip them away, right? There was enough fur there to make sure she didn't get stung probably. But then she would need to keep running so the rest of her didn't get stung and also keep going slow enough that her tail would still be hitting the bees. Sparrow decided to give it a try, no matter how silly it seemed. Her legs drummed rhythmically behind her as she struggled to find the right speed, earning her two nice stings on the rump. Eventually she found a pace that matched that of the bees and began to swing her tail rapidly back and forth. Turns out, swinging your tail fucks with your speed, so Sparrow had to try to readjust even more in order to fix her pace with the bees. She also wasn't sure if she was actually able to swat any away. It seemed like every time she looked back, all the bees were still there. She gave it a good go for a while, her legs burned. She wasn't meant to run this hard for this long. Sure, the sheer adrenaline from her flight response helped, but there was nothing else driving her at this point.

Okay, this was it- her final stand. What else could she do? She could maybe turn around and snap at them, but she would surely get stung. No... She could submit to their whims? Convince them that she was also, in fact, a bee? Sometimes the best fight was the one left unfought, right? Who said that? Someone smart? Probably someone smart. Someone smart, but weak. She wasn't weak. She could fight them still. If she tried extra hard she would be able to take the bees on a hundred to one.

No- he best bet was to make it for the barn at the range. She probably still had enough power to make it there. If she could make it there, surely she could quickly hop through a hole and lose them. Or they'd follow her inside and she could lose them there. The bees seemed adamant to keep on chasing her so she guessed she could just keep on letting them chase if they wanted. If they made it that far, then she would simply have to lose the bees there. Or perhaps she would run into a helpful pack mate on the way. If Tyrian saw her, he would never quit laughing. So she just had to keep running to the range while finding a possible helpful pack mate that was definitely not Tyrian who could help her to lose the bees in the barn without getting stunk. Easy peasy buzzy squeazy.