Bearclaw Valley Bees, bees, bees - everywhere - bees!

It was almost just enough that Lucas was no longer worried – that his heart was ceasing the wild thrumming in his chest – and the fear that had filled up inside of Piper was starting to drizzle out of any exit it could find. Her nervous jitters started to fade. Laurel’s voice was enough to being the strange new puppy back around toward where they were intended to play. Piper peered at the other pup with a very stern expression, hoping that they understood how far the pups were supposed to go. Then, the Redleaf girl offered a wag of her tail and turned around to face where Lucas had teetered off to.
 
Finding the plump boy passed out near the mouth of the den, Piper neared him and nudged his rump softly with her dark nose. When she had found a suitable place beside her sweet sibling, the Redleaf girl parted her jaws in a yawn that caused her to squeak. All of that adrenaline had coursed through her like a fire, but she was ready to sleep with Lucas. The russet pup rested her head near her brother and breathed a gentle sigh before she drifted off into a comfortable sleep.