bees part 2, the electric boogaloo

Kotori nodded at Halo’s words, hearing the faint sound of buzzing from within the basket. A small smirk grew on his face as the earth-toned wolf recalled his first run-in with Halo.  “Bees.” The single word was said with the undercurrent of amusement.  “Well, I believe in a wolf making use and perfecting their skills.  You certainly were quite knowledgeable even then. I imagine you’ve learned even more since we last met.”  

“Thank you Halo, it’s very considerate of you.  I’m sure Satira will appreciate your helpful gifts, as will the rest of the pack.”  Too bad she was a member of the Armada or Kotori might have offered to let her join Valta.  “Have you met Satira?  She was in the armada for a time while she was still a pup.”

Kotori imagined it had been about three seasons since he’d first claimed this land.  By those numbers Valta would soon have existed for a solid year, proving that, unlike some other packs that had popped up that Kotori’s pack would not so quickly vanish as those others.  “So, how are things going in the Armada?  How’s my father doing?” Last he had seen Sirius the old man had been dealing with the loss of his wife and Ko’s mom.  Was he getting better?  He’d let Mort take an absence from Valta to go visit and help train the armada.  How was that doing?  Kotori was never one for casual social banter but this was information he was curious about.

"Kotori Fatalis"