Moonspear and if i say to you tomorrow

A bee-den. He felt his ears fold back for a second as he hoped he might actually tell him more--which he did! Thankfully, because Jarilo had tried wracking his brain for a better answer, thinking maybe he had just napped through it, or forgot. But that didn't sound right. He would remember a bee-den if he, or his littermate sisters, had ever seen one. That was just the kind of nosy stuff he would more than merrily get involved with if he had ever caught wind of it, just like right here and now.

"Okay..." he replied just so Papa knew he was listening, and taking it in. Even if he still did not know how to go about this. Watching his father go about it was still his best guide, so quickly, he was trying to mimic him subtly and glanced around too--looking for something gray and round with lots of bees. "Does a bee-den have a smell to follow?" he asked. He had learned to go back to the den using mainly scent sometimes.. it would make sense if bees did the same, and even better if his nose could notice it too.