Moonspear and if i say to you tomorrow

He blinked through the confirmation, well into the concept of bee-dens, where they kept their honey, and presumably, the making of it. "What? Yes!" he answered with a stamp of a paw, like there should be any question of if he wanted to go see something he had never before. Of course he wanted to see one. He wanted to know where they were, what they looked like.. and whatever else. Surely, there was plenty more to know and he would figure that out as he went hopefully. "How do you do that..?" Looking around, he saw lots of bees.. but they didn't have normal scent trails that he could smell to follow them back to their dens. He didn't know where to even begin, so when in doubt, peering at his parent tended to help him out.

As for his sticks, he sighed again, trying not to feel too exasperated about how badly he'd derailed. "I know but I went in the woods, then out, then back again before finding here accidentally and still nothing that's just how I wanna.." he complained some more, half-rambling. "What're you doin' out here with these flowers?" he asked too, trying to emulate a fraction of the intensity of That Face that mama sent him when she aimed questions like that his way sometimes.