Bramblepoint so lets set the world on fire

borya was oblivious to the drama currently playing itself out a ways behind her, caught up in her future meal as she was. the bees were beginning to puzzle out the best places to sting her -- or their frantic jabs into her thick fur had finally gotten lucky, as sharp pinpricks of pain sprung up around her muzzle. but she'd dealt with far worse. she gave the feeling no more attention than she would a twig breaking underfoot -- though perhaps her claws dug a bit more sharply against the bark as she scraped at the hive where it met the tree, and eventually, after only a few more pulls, it fell.

bees still swarming all around her, borya lowered herself back to all fours with a quick shake of her muzzle. just because they were not the most painful thing she'd experienced didn't mean they were enjoyable either; she gave an irritated huff, reached down and scooped the entire honeycomb up in her jaws. it cracked dangerously under the pressure of her teeth, even though she was being as careful as she could manage. but it didn't break and, satisfied, she turned gingerly around and started walking off with her prize.

the bees followed her for a bit, furiously stinging up and down her back as she drew away, but eventually, they petered out, just about the time that she broke through a stand of trees, stepped into the grass beyond, and had her attention immediately drawn by the snarl of a wolf who -- there were three of them, just about identical, and they were corralling what appeared to be two children.

which meant there was going to be aggression in spades for her presence, which, while understandable, was not something borya wanted to deal with, particularly not while holding a meal. she was not certain she was going to be given the choice.