Bees both sting and make honey

An unfamiliar voice called out to her from the border, and Corbie set her work aside to trot off, tail up and waving. The winter weather wasn't bothering her - it gave her more time while the sheep were huddled close to the barn to work on the crafts that would eventually become trade goods, and Ayer stayed behind now to continue to work on carding the wool. The small (surprisingly small, Corbie wasn't used to feeling like she was towering over anyone and it was strangely uncomfortable) wolf who waited there for her was given a smile of welcome. "Hello and welcome to Avalon. I am Corbie, alpha here. What can I do for you?"