The Bracken Woods chapterhouse

”well, you could try,” he supplies helpfully, not bothering to argue with shoegaze; clearly he’s missed the point, but that’s nothing new. he snorts at his question, returning the bump a little more forcefully before the other can fully pass him. ”uh, fucking shit up, what else?”
he turns to face him again, gesturing deeper into the woods. ”some idiots found a beehive over there,” he gestures another direction. ”and i think there’s a bunch of dogs or something that way, i dunno. heard oscar talking about it, but you know that guy’s full of shit.”