Honey, Honey

While trying to figure out how he was going to store the honey a small thing approached him. An Elderly woman who was much smaller than he was the large striped male taking a look at her as she teased him. Normally he wouldn't take kindly to such things but a creature as old as she was must have some sort of wisdom in her. At least he was a gentleman enough to respect others like that. He forced a small smile looking at the five cups of honey that he had fashioned for himself. "It would seem that way wouldn't it?" he chuckled. "I have too much honey and not sure where to put it." Darius perhaps coud strike a trade after all that's essentially why he had wanted to collect the honey to begin with.

"I do plan on keeping one for myself, either for consumption or otherwise." Darius would stand then pushing a cup of thick honey closer to the old woman. "You could also take one if you wanted. My name is Darius." the striped male finally introduced himself. He wasn't sure what would come out of this interaction, from the scent of it she came from a pack and he disliked this. However, the gods worked in strange ways after all.