Blacktail Deer Plateau summer days

Of all her pack mates, it would seem the only one she truly socialized with was Dante – and of course the grey man would find her in a rather awkward predicament. His presence stirred her eyes to gently flick in his direction, though she tried to make no sudden movements – the bee itself was perfectly content to remain settled upon her nose.
 
“Shh,” she hushed, attempting to swallow her nerves. “You’ll scare it and –“ it buzzed then, lifting itself up from her nose, and like a bolt, Siren was rushing away from the bee and its grasp, aborting her mission of collecting goldenrod without a second thought. Feet away now, she glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes wide as she studied Dante and then looked around him for sign of the little beast that clearly wanted to sting her. “Is it still there?!”