Be my Honey

Strai was just starting to understand how volatile females could be. From skittish, to weepy, to happy, to angry. How was anyone supposed to keep up? He stared at her as she suddenly screeched at him. His ears are folding back in surprise and alarm. He started to lower his stance, as if her words were a physical attack on his being that he had to defend. he growled back at her. After all, he had made her a promise that together they would hunt down the wolf that had hurt her. If the adults in her life hadn’t caught up with him by then.

But, it seemed there was nothing he could do to quell the emotions boiling over in her. She turned and took off. He hesitated a moment. Glancing mournfully at the beehive that he had put so much work into getting. He’d barely had a lick of it. He fully expected it would be stolen if he left it there. But he had to choose. Delphi, or the hard-fought food? Cursing every Æsir he could name, he dropped into a trot and followed after her.

"Speech"