Firefly Glen [PHE] boundless

She'd spotted the hive when she'd gone out early in the morning to relieve herself, beyond the river where the Redtail Rise encampment was supposed to be. It was free territory now, given the fact that the wolves had not come to claim their turf and participate in the hunt. Here, she could relieve herself and offend none. Having noticed that the Moonwolves took care to keep the area clean, she scuffed dirt over her deposit, so it could decompose and offend none with its smell. 

The hive was empty, and it hung from a bow that had been broken, likely by a stiff gust of wind. It wavered even now on the slightest breeze- and the bees had likely left because they felt their home was in danger of falling and being destroyed. She reached up and grabbed at the end of the branch, pulling it down repeatedly until the nest fell- and with a crunch, it landed on the ground, still attached in part to the branch. 

Honey.

She nosed back a layer of the papery covering, to find the combs neatly organized inside, still containing honey which had been abandoned in haste. With a chuff, she picked it up by the branch, and began carefully carrying it back toward her pack's campsite, though the golden syrup leaked drop by drop as she went. 

It was almost impossible to carry it without losing honey; she couldn't hold it still enough. She caught the eye of another woman, who scented the breeze. She set the hive down, and gestured. 

Hey- if you help me carry thith back to my pack'th thite, I'll letchu have thome.

A fair bargain, she thought. 

Jutht take that thide of the branch...We'll carry it between uth.