All that the light touches

Ollie was trying to keep his mind from wandering into Mom and Siblings gone territory, the new King of De Nile. They were coming back so he believed he didn't need to get too sad about them. But yeah, those bees needed tending and they didn't want angry drunk bees anytime soon.

"Should we all tend them, or should we appoint one of us as beekeeper?" He always felt more nervous around the hum of the hives, not remembering that he got stung when he was much younger and still in the throes of his weakness. But it was also the hum of the hives that helped comfort him and the honey that helped nourish him.

He recoiled at the smell of the moldy old food. The smell hit his stomach before it percolated in his nose enough to register it and he failed to stifle a dry heave.

"Fuck! Gr-roosss!" He growled through another dry heave. Shaking his fur he reached out and with the tips of his paw then deftly flung it out a window while covering his nose and holding his breath.  When it was gone he let out air and breathed in but had one last dry heave as the smell still lingered.

"Ugh, hopefully, dinner will stay down after that, damn." He shivered as his body struggled to recalibrate.
"If they were, they failed miserably. Whatever that was, it was the wrong type." He shook his pelt again and pushed away any comfort from his brother if he even tried to make a move to hug him.

"No hugs! Go give the slave girl a hug, or dad. Not me. I'm fine." he flicked his tail in annoyance and continued to poke his nose in corners.