honey bear

Corbie's reply brought from him a chuckle of his own. It was indeed quite fitting to it's name, the plainest of plains. He sighed, giving a final glance to the empty expanse of flatland and instead tilting his muzzle up to the sky. At least without tree cover he had a clear view of above, but even the blue sky was boring, with not a cloud in sight. Where did a wolf who was wandering this so-called dancefloor find any shade in the summer? Perhaps if the water was shallow enough and cool it would be a decent substitute to soak in, but Artisan had had enough of water for the week after his hurricane encounter in the mangroves.

He had gotten distracted with his observing, but the offer of mead pulled him out of it swiftly. Retrieving the bottle from her, he placed it upon the grass beside him and gave it a love tap on it's top with his pawpad. "Oh, you're a saint. But I suppose you're right, better to finish this job while I can still can." He agreed playfully, moving to grab hold of the jug as she requested. It definitely was more of a two wolf job, and at her signal he began to slowly pour the liquid into the bottles she held.