it's alright to tell me what you think about me

He'd find ways to keep himself busy, at least for now. Ivy's head was a busy place. He was learning, always learning, and finding new things to do. New things to mess around with too... oops. In the tall grasses around the Rio Grande, there were all sorts of things to mess with. Right, it was easier to find something to mess with on his own, rather than messing with one of his siblings today. Many of them seemed to be getting bigger than Ivy already, and it would only get harder to fight them. Not that he'd stop trying, of course, but he was a bit tired of getting his tail handed to him.

No, instead, the pup had wandered into the more woody area around the river. His gaze was keen, steps high. Ivy could hear... what was that noise? It was a humming, a buzzing. Not quite a rumbling. Hmm. Along with it, a sweet smell. In the direction of the sound, of the smell, he made his way. Around his shoulders, he could feel the warm summer sun. At least he had that to keep him company. Golden, brilliant summer days.

The source of the buzzing! Ivy stuck his nose nearly directly into it, seeking the sweetness that had to be the scent. Instead, he was met with something sharp. The stringy boy tumbled backwards with a yelp, tripping over his paws. Though he didn't understand it, he'd just stuck his nose into a hive filled with ground dwelling bees. Pain radiated from the sting. He quivered, trying to steady himself. What the heck was that? Ivy's eyes were wide. Still, he's grateful that he's too far from his family's campsite for them to hear the commotion. Still terrified that they'll think him weak, the pup wants to handle this without their help. Already, the site of the sting was starting to swell.

"Ivy"