Hey There, Honey

The woman's reply brought a sympathetic frown to Aryn's muzzle, it was clear she valued the lives of her animals as more then just blood and meat and wool, and the fact that the mindset existed at all did help to make her feel less an outlier. "I see." She murmured solemnly in reply. The conversation lapsed into a heavy silence, and then it was back onto the bees.

Aryn was torn each way, enjoying her imaginings of what it must be like to live alongside sheep, but dedicated as well to the more attainable task at hand of bees. She did not know how much time she had with Corbie to absorb her font of knowledge, and so as the collection was explained to her, she mulled over what further questions would be right to ask. "What happens come winter?" Aryn settled on eventually, watching as Corbie demonstrated how to scoop the buzzing insects with a gentle paw and guide them into the box. She shuffled over to the woman's side, placing her own paw on the swarm carefully to grab her own scoop, wanting to ensure she was capable of touching them properly before she committed to keeping the hive. "Must you collect a new swarm each spring, or will the ones you've raised return once the snow melts?"