Moonspear and if i say to you tomorrow

We don't wasn't quite the answer he wanted, so he took a second to drift between doubt, worry, a dash of fear, then inevitably acceptance. Once that was settled, he was further encouraged by Charon's lead, which the boy let him have as they approached. Jarilo crept upon it with the lightest of steps and his ears down flat. "Me neither," he confirmed while still looking around, seeing none. Maybe it was safe. But he was still anxious about it, and anything that sounded remotely like angry buzzing would send him out of here asap.

It wasn't until after Charon poked at it and no bees immediately came after them that he went any closer to the fallen hive nose first. "What's inside??" he whispered before he tapped it with a paw of his own, and a grimace on like he was touching something alien. When nothing exploded out to eat them or otherwise, he repeated with a little more force. Enough to roll the nest over, he shrunk back protectively after he saw it move... but again.. no bees?? Only a fresh waft of that curiously sweet scent.