Post by Popo on Dec 13, 2014 13:40:01 GMT -5
Popo was absorbed in his beehive and the sweet, delicious, scrumptious, stick, thick, syrupy, yummy honey within. He felt something jump up and clamp down on his left forearm. It felt like jaws and teeth through his thick fur, but his flesh was unharmed. Reacting blindly to the thing that had attempted to disturb his honey-fueled happiness, his free paw relinquished its grip on the beehive and swung down. A heavy, fuzzy paw thumped the skull of the wolf that had latched on to his arm and the beast limply flopped to the ground. Whether it was unconscious, stunned, or dead, Popo had no clue. His snout was in the midst of the hive and his mouth was full of honey.
With a rumble and more happy bear-noises, he levered himself to his feet and began trundling over to the commotion. He vaguely remembered offering to help with something before losing himself in beehive bliss and he felt it had something to do with the noises he was hearing. He walked with his hind legs, standing upright, while both forepaws held the beehive to his snout. He couldn't see past the hive and his hands were completely full, but the hive still had honey and Popo was loathe to stop now.
Stormwall Mina Akirama
With a rumble and more happy bear-noises, he levered himself to his feet and began trundling over to the commotion. He vaguely remembered offering to help with something before losing himself in beehive bliss and he felt it had something to do with the noises he was hearing. He walked with his hind legs, standing upright, while both forepaws held the beehive to his snout. He couldn't see past the hive and his hands were completely full, but the hive still had honey and Popo was loathe to stop now.
Stormwall Mina Akirama
