Hey There, Honey

What Aryn did not expect to receive this morning was a lesson, but a lesson indeed she was receiving. It was an entirely welcomed change, as lately it was rare she would stumble upon a wolf who would speak to her at such length or with such patience. A small twisting in her chest began to form as she considered and hastily dismissed Eligos, but she calmed it with a firm redirecting of her attention upon the stranger.

"It seems sad to butcher them. Don't you get attached?" She asked softly, peeking out from beneath her lashes as the woman began to casually search for the sound. The concept of trading was interesting, perhaps one day if she could evolve out from under the rank of slave and have a flock of her own, she could trade away the unwanted males and... well, let someone else butcher them, and simply keep their milk and their wool. It was a more palatable idea, surviving on trades and living alongside sheep and bees rather then being Tyrian's sort of livestock farmer and butchering them infinitely.

She continued on an explanation of the bees, and Aryn felt she understood. With the new knowledge that she'd need a specialized home to safely harvest the honey without hurting them, she'd put the concept of a hollowed out log out of her head entirely. "I wouldn't want to weaken them. If your friend can craft an extra, I would be very thankful." She admitted, already enamored with the possibility of owning her own hive. What she would trade for in return she wasn't aware, but she'd go to any lengths to acquire a house suitable for the little flighted bugs. For the moment, they'd need another form of containment. Aryn had thought ahead, but not to the extent this woman had shown she'd needed to. She called out to her little Jane, who pranced into the field with a hastily crafted box upon it's back, placing herself before her wolf. "Is this too small?" Aryn asked, still fighting the shame of ignorance.