Hideaway Strath before the song dies

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Hemlock moved at a breakneck speed. If not for the fortuitous arrival of Amphitrite and their work to establish a cache she might not have had a spur of the moment idea of what to do. At one point Hemlock had twisted her ankle, growling at her own body for failing her right then. She had made her promise to the Banrion though, and while some would by far consider her work done since those puppies had survived the night of their birth it wasn't enough - she had to keep them, all, all alive. 

She needed honey. She had spotted a hive not too far along the edge of the borders but she had yet to rip the thing down. Now there was no choice. The tiny wolf darted towards the treeline, peering up until she found one small hive - it would be unpleasant but it had to happen. Jumping was of no use - she couldn't get enough air. The more frantic she was, the more her thoughts scattered and she felt a foolish heat lighting up her cheek. When despair hit her she hung her head for a moment, afraid of failing her Alphas. 

It was then her salvation came in the form of a long stick. With no grace left to her motions the scarred woman picked up the stick, enacting a furious game of pinata to the angry buzzing. After a few good hits she had jabbed the stick just wrong and it lodged into the hive. Now the bees were buzzing about, a few coming dangerously close to stinging her when she swung her head in a rough jerk - and it worked. She sprung forward to grab her prize. She was aware of the angry sensation from a few bees that had stung her but she had the honeycomb in her jaws. She backtracked, taking the item back to the leaders. 

She let it hit the ground, panting with the exertion. "N-not much, it should work quickly, we just need to get her to eat some of it. Hemlock said, a little tremble as she realized her tongue was thicker - apparently she'd bit one of the damn bees in the process.

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