Moonspear and if i say to you tomorrow

After a moment of confusion that felt like eternity Jarilo finally got moving. It seemed a miracle that neither of them had gotten stung just yet, although Charon's experience was that bees weren't that aggressive... normally. He usually just saw them dotting from flower to flower all peaceful-like, but even the intensity and sound of their buzzing was different now. It was almost like there was a flock of wasps chasing him now rather than bees.

As they ran the bees set in the chase; from a distance it must look quite comical to see the pair of wolves running away followed by a cloud of angry bees.

It took the longest time for them to leave them alone. Charon's heart thrummed in his chest as he ran and finally the buzzing seemed to be gone. Not slowly, bee by bee, but all at once the cloud just seemed to disappear. He wondered if they'd returned to the bee-den. Charon slowed down, tongue lolling from mouth and sides heaving from the long run. "Phew... We made it. Let's carefully head back now to see if they've left the bee-den alone." There was no actual guarantee they would, but Charon hoped that they'd be able to access the honey now. He looked to see how his son was doing before starting to trail their path back, slower and more careful this time.