Hey There, Honey

The woman's words were reassuring but Aryn had to work to keep the blush off her cheeks regardless. It helped that the stranger dove into explanation, the Valentine woman's ears perking in interest as she absorbed it all. "That does sound ideal." She mused. "Keeping sheep must be an interesting prospect, do you keep them for their wool, or for their meat?" There was a subtle nervousness to her words as the memory of Tyrian forcing her to butcher one of the poor things flooded to the surface, but she did quite enjoy the idea of raising sheep for the purpose of sheering them.

As for the bees, Aryn hesitated. "I don't have anything to keep them in." She admitted softly. "They make their own hives, do they not? I'd hoped I could simply... convince them to shuffle a land over, and build their hive somewhere accessible to me." What did a wolf use to keep bees? She wracked her brain, but came up empty on any possible solution, and eyed the woman quietly for answers.