Wicker Man (The Bees! The Bees!)

More than once Moonshine showed up with a sting that he or Lucretia needed to see to. The bees were really taking their toll, and he wondered if he could find the hive to keep his children away from it. Not that Bourbon could keep little Moonshine away from anything. That girl couldn’t be contained and that fact stressed even the happiest go luckiest dad.

Iolaire had recently taught him how to collect honey too, though he wasn’t quite sure how well he would do on his own he knew the number one rule to keep the hive alive was not to take too much. The pollinators were valuable, and he didn’t want to cause undue harm. Eventually the long haired dog found himself in an orchard, the apples were coming into season and if he were not so focused on his honey the dog might have returned with a bushel of apples. The pups would certainly enjoy those.

What he didn’t expect was the scent of the Armada, he’d never met Resin but she was obviously of the pack. With a wag of his tail he approached, curious if she’d had the same idea. ”Hive hunting?” He asked curiously, knowing the chances were slim. ”I’m Bourbon, you’re part of the Armada correct?”

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