Lake Rodney partying like john belushi

Awinita laughed at how offended he sounded by being asked if he was a medic, almost as if he found the profession horrible. She gave him a curious look before flicking her ears "My bad, You make it sound as if being a medic is the worst thing possible" she said her voice tinged with amusement. The offer for getting someone he knew that was a medic was met with a shake of her head but a grateful smile "No, whoever it is can save their skills and medicine for something that really needs it" she said graciously. The conversation turned back to honey and she licked her lips as if imagining the taste "Sweet and sticky and smooth. It's really really good. It helps soothe sore throats and sweetens bad tasting herbs. Ironically it also soothes beestings" she said with a grin. 

"Usually this late into the year the bees all hibernate. That's the best time to collect honey from the fallen hives, which I tried to do but they were still awake" she said repeating the explanation with a sigh of disappointment. Suddenly a new question popped into her mind and she turned her eyes back to him "Are you in a pack? Do you know of any nearby?" she asked hopefully. She had been roaming for quite some time alone now and hadn't had any luck with packs, in fact she had gotten chased away and given a scar by a pack she accidentally trespassed upon.