Lost Creek Hollow high highs and low lows

Just doing a lil' scouting.

Honeybees buzzed around a patch of tulips, sat beside the steady run of a nearby creek. Dulce watched for a moment, taking care to note the meticulous adherence to routine which the tiny workers exhibited. It was always something that Dulce dreamt to see, these gentler bees, as opposed to the aggressive insects of home. She scoffed and continued onward.

There was a border not far from where Dulce had stopped, and although she thought to keep going, curiosity reeled her in. She stood a few feet away, sniffing adamantly at the ground in hopes of gathering clues.