my cup of tea

Her little kiss definitely helped encourage him, but it was quickly forgotten as he was chased away by the bees. Occasionally he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure Twig was faring well. From a distance it was difficult to tell what she was doing, but she was busy working inside the hollow tree and he had to hope she had some success. Even a few slivers of honeycomb would provide them a delicious treat, but he wouldn't get his hopes up that she could extract more than that. Though he'd pulled quite a few of the bees out of her range and onto him, he had no doubt some remained to protect their precious hive.

He continued running, feeling the bees slow their assault until only occasionally he felt a sharp prick that told him he'd been stung. He had no doubt his face was mildly inflamed now but it was merely an irritation that would die down, and hopefully their reward would make it worth it. Catching sight of Twig running behind him he began to slow, weaving through the grass and redirecting his path slightly to the side so she could catch up with him more easily, far away from the original hive now.