my cup of tea

Honey bees weren't overly aggressive, she said. Maybe that would've been comforting for the fact that meant they still could be aggressive, or at least that was how Corvus was interpreting her explanation. So it was a risky operation either way, but Corvus wasn't going to back down from a challenge. Bee stings weren't crippling anyway, he'd survive, and he'd find a way to take the brunt of the stings if that was what it came to. "Great. Very reassuring," he said sarcastically, but he couldn't help but laugh anyway. Twig made him feel bolder, more brave - like he could conquer anything, especially a little beehive.

He had no idea how to start a fire so they'd have to just use their paws and brains for this one. She shared a memory of her father, which seemed to bring her joy, and he was content to bask in that memory for a moment. Corvus had so many fond memories of his own father that came to him often, though sharing his memories of his parents often felt difficult now. He hadn't quite fully gotten over losing them, though he wondered if even the oldest wolves even truly moved on from their losses. For a moment he thought of Poem and the moment they'd shared together, but quickly his attention was tugged back to the task at hand.

"Okay... if I get the bees going, maybe you can try to steal the hive?" Was that a mean thing to do? Corvus had no clue. Hopefully she'd be able to extract the thing from the hollow tree trunk. Corvus winced a bit as he got closer, inspecting it. Bees buzzed around the hive, zooming in and out while others rested peacefully on the outside. "Okay! One... two..." Inhaling sharply like he was diving into water, he shoved his head near the hive and nudged it. At first, nothing happened - but a few more nudges got the colony going and suddenly he felt a sharp sting on the side of his nose that told him they were zeroed in on him. "Ow! Shit!" It was hardly the worst pain he'd felt despite being quite annoyed. Giving the hive a good few more shakes, feeling the stings begin to arrive more quickly, he extracted his head and started off at a slow jog.. though once he realized the bees were definitely following him with a fury he began to run faster. "Grab it!" He managed to call out, hoping Twig didn't suffer the same fate as he currently was.

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