buzz off!

Mortis stuck his tongue out at the older wolf, but enjoyed the teasing banter, and strolled forcially up to a patch of undergrowth. ”I’m always prepared” he lied. Ripping into the grass and finding it surprisingly tough and annoying under his teeth, he ripped a section free. He tossed them into the lantern, and brought it up to Magnus for the other wolf to hold.

He then grabbed the fire-starting kit he had also ‘borrowed’ from Io. Watching Magnus for a moment, to ensure he held the lantern steady and was ready. After a few moments of careful blowing, it caught fire, and began to smoke. Mortis coughed harshly, wrenching his head away from the opening. He hacked a few times, tasting smoke, and shook his head. “Rh-” his voice broke. He spat once more. “-Ready when you are” he informed Magnus, and pointed at the beehive, which Mortis had led them close to.

“You're in charge of hunting the bees with the smoke, and i’ll gather them, okay?” he didn’t know if Mags would be okay with the younger wolf taking charge, but Mortis had the idea of their adventure. It got poor Mags out of the house for a bit. If the older wolf chose to change it up as he pleased, Mortis would go along with it.

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