May The Force Bee With You

He padded along wit the other two wolves, sapphire eyes scanning the air and foliage. He’d had more practice in finding bees, and had found a swarm that had tried settling here not that long ago. They had to have splintered from somewhere, right?

He was armored, not doubting for a moment that it would come in useful in keeping the insects from stinging him… at least on the torso. He really should add a neck guard to his armor. At Wyndelin’s remark, he paws, one paw lifted like a pointer as he tested the air with a sniff. Bee hives had a certain smell to them. It wasn’t just the sweetness of the honey, but the smell of the wax and the propolis they created.

He nodded toward the direction the scent was strongest from. “Smells like a hive in that direction. What do you think?”

He posed the second query to the golden man that made the third member of the honey hunting group.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think