Northstar Vale it's oh so quiet

Sylianos emerged from a nearby stand of trees, licking his chops with exaggerated swipes of his tongue and swaggering like he had just won first prize at the county fair. Several honey bees followed in his wake, buzzing angrily. The hive had already fallen to the ground and been largely abandoned when he found it. Only a few sentries remained, and of those, only one had been aggressive enough to sting, leaving a puffy welt forming below the boy's right eye.

Worth it. Honey was one of the best things he had ever tasted.

Finally focusing on something other than the sweet syrupy goodness lingering on his lips, Sylianos looked up and spotted a slender wisp of a dark grey puppy rolling in the weeds. Of course he was aware of other puppies in the pack, but that family had never interested him or been remotely part of his life, so he had never bothered getting to know their pups. Something drew him to investigate today, though, with his lofty gait and his tail waving high.

Hey! I saw that! he called, hoping to trick her into thinking he had witnessed something other than her carefree rolling.