Moonspear and if i say to you tomorrow

Honey came up again in the answer he got, so he nodded just a little. This was only making him more hopeful that they find some of this sweet bee feed so he could actually match it up to something real and tangible. Although he had only just learned about it a short while ago, the anticipation was still prickling all over--they had to be getting close, right??

He sniffed at the winds yet again, trying to conjure the best memory of the sweetest flowers he could know. He guessed not quite like the ones that made him all sneeze-y, or itchy in the eyes, or that just smelled sour. The ones that were, well, sweet--and pleasant, almost like he could eat them and not be too unhappy about it. He couldn't place it any other way, although he wasn't sure if he smelled any of that right here and now..

But when his father pointed out the bees, he was back on point with his ears up and eyes big. Now this was getting somewhere.. he crept after Charon with a slinky gait, but caught himself watching the bees more often than not as he tried to trace their paths through the skies and plants. He had to concentrate harder than he liked too and eventually saw them seeming to congregate around one certain tree and the greenery around it, so more questioning looks were shot at his father to see if he thought so too before they got too close. The pup imagined dens to be things.. really close to the ground, but he couldn't see anything there.. ? At least not yet.