Musha's eyes lit up, he didn't expect the little wolf to bring him such a surprise.

He hadn't eaten honey since the crossing.

If you eat too much honey, you will get tired, so it shouldn't be a big problem to eat just a little.

Musha, who was still sad for the ruthless wolf just now, was resurrected with full blood.

Can hawks eat honey?

Licking the honey, Musa turned to look at the goshawk next to him.

Would you like to come some?

Looking at each other, Musa noticed that the goshawk had a strange expression.

What's wrong?

The goshawk tilted his head and motioned in the direction the wolves were running from.

A "buzzing" sound came, and a group of light-colored gray balls were flying at a rapid speed.

Musha's body stiffened.

…… No wonder the little wolves ran faster than the rabbits one by one.

Chapter 72

The wolf cubs were the first to go back.

One by one, they emerged from the bushes, two of them holding a small piece of honey in their mouths, and they moved neatly, seemingly unharmed.

Except for the swollen face, it didn't escape the attack of the bee's tail needle.

The originally small and delicate face has become a chubby round face.

But with food in front of them, these are nothing to the little wolves.

They take a bite, and I share the honey one by one, and my little mouth is covered with honey.

Seeing the red and swollen bags on their faces, it is not difficult to guess what has just happened, the snow leopard is ready to welcome a small rabbit with the same round face.

If you encounter a bee, you have to check your face for any stinger residue, so as soon as Musha came out of the bush, he was held down by a snow leopard, turned his body, and checked it up and down.

I didn't see the little rabbit injured, so the snow leopard was relieved.

Musa scrambled to his feet, still biting the honey he had brought back.

Originally, when he saw the bee colony, he thought he couldn't avoid it, and he was ready to have a swollen head.

I also considered whether to jump into the river to escape.

Although he knew that the method shown in the animation did not actually work, even if there was a reed to ventilate, the carbon dioxide produced in the breath would still attract bees, who could wait on the surface for hours.

Unless you can hold your breath for 20 minutes without breathing, it will be in vain to hide in the water. But when you actually face the bees, your mind will still go blank, and you will desperately want to get rid of the bees.

Fortunately, he was not alone, there was also a goshawk beside him.

With the help of the goshawk, Musa escaped and took the small piece of honey with him.

I've been frightened, and I should eat honey to soothe my wounded heart.

The little rabbit smacks its lips and savors the diffuse sweetness in its mouth.

"Meow."

Do big cats want to eat a little?

He handed the honey from his mouth to the snow leopard.

The honey is not big, a small piece, and for the snow leopard, even a mouthful is not enough.

The snow leopard didn't lower its mouth, but just stuck out its tongue and licked it.

With this movement, his face was so close to Musa that he could clearly see the small figure reflected in his ice-blue eyes.

Under this gaze, Musa felt his heart beat twice without a hitch.

Musha: "......"

He fetches a leaf from the side, puts the honey on it, and pushes it all to the snow leopard.

On the surface, everything is normal and the little rabbit is full of thoughts, he licks his mouth, and even the honey he just liked feels that it is not so delicious.

Well, it must be because it's too sweet, and you'll get tired of eating too much.

The piece of honey that Musa had carried, he himself had already eaten half of it.

The goshawk's beak is not suitable for honey at first glance, so when it flies away, tear off a little part of the hive and take it back to ponder how to eat the bee chrysalis.

The little wolves next to them all finished their honey and leaned against each other.

There was still uncleaned honey on his mouth, and when a little wolf licked the corner of the little wolf's mouth next to him and found that it was still sweet, the scene suddenly became chaotic.

The little wolf who eats the worst and gets the honey all over his face is pressed under the other little wolves, and he comes to a deep clean of his little face.

The little wolf finally got up with saliva on his face and his hair was messy, like a strong wind blowing.

If Lig had been here, he would have been happy to talk to him. It's just that one is forced, and the other is voluntary, so it's okay to talk about it.

Musha crouched in the corner to clean his mouth and paws.

In fact, he went to ask the wolf cubs to help clean up, and they would be happy to help, but if the end result was to get the wolf's hairstyle, Musa chose to refuse.

It's a little ahead of its time.

And he only wants to pet the little wolf himself, and he doesn't want the little wolf to besiege him at all.

Active and passive, two different sensations entirely.

Without the "help" of the little wolf, it is still a bit difficult for Musha to clean up on his own.

After licking for a long time, there was still a sticky feeling in the cracks of his paws, which was uncomfortable, and even though he knew that it was a psychological effect, Musha still planned to find a place to wash his hands.

On the way to find the wolf with the goshawk, he heard the sound of the water, and if he looked nearby, he could find a river or stream.

As soon as Musha moved, the little wolf behind him couldn't help but look over.

Patronizing the honey from his mouth and paws, Musa didn't notice that the wolves were quietly watching him.

For the little wolf, Musha can escape from the bees and not be bitten, which is really powerful.

Moreover, they stole honey and involved others, and the young wolf cubs later remembered and realized that this was wrong.

The little wolves pushed each other, and finally one of them took the lead, and quietly followed the particularly powerful rabbit.

In a blink of an eye, the berry bushes, which were quite lively just now, returned to tranquility, and the snow leopard stayed here alone for a while, and followed them over.

So, where Musa didn't know, he was followed by a long line.

The sound of the water was heard, and as a rule of thumb, it was not difficult to find the location of the river, and when I opened the lush grass in front of me, a gentle river channel appeared in front of me.

The river here is not deep, the channel is smooth, the water is clear, and there are several large stones in the middle that separate the water.

A great place to play.

Musa admired for a moment and had no interest in going into the water to play.

He's not a kid anymore, and he's still thinking about going down to play in the water.

Without forgetting his past purpose, he walked to the water's edge, put his paw in, stirred in the water, and threw the water off his hair.

After washing the paws, the pink tongue rolls up, the cool and sweet river water inlets, and the exhaustion is dispelled.

The little rabbit blinked and couldn't help but take a few more sips.

It tasted good, but it wasn't as good as the water in the valley, he said in his heart.

Of course, it is not excluded that there is a blessing of some homesickness.

Counting the time, they've been out for a long time.

The feeling of longing surged, and Mu Sha began to miss the appearance of lying in the snow leopard cave every day and the paralysis of the salted fish, the days when he came to his clothes to reach out for food and open his mouth, and ate and slept and touched his hair.

Musa let his guard down for a moment, completely oblivious to the fact that an animal was coming behind him, and by the time he could react, he had already been poked in the back.

He looked back and saw that behind him was a familiar little wolf.

The little wolves look the same and can't tell if you don't look closely, but after the honey stealing incident just now, you can temporarily identify different baby wolves - the number of swollen bags on their faces is different.

This little wolf has a lot of bags on his face, and the characteristics are obvious - it is the little wolf that fell behind when he ran away and planted the blame for him.

The wolf cub had dark eyes and a vole that he had caught out of nowhere.

Obviously, the wolf cub is not skilled enough, and there are several tooth marks on the vole's body, which were tortured before death, and the small hole in the neck that bites the right position allows it to be freed.

But, poor vole......

Musa sympathized for a second.

Seeing this little wolf, he was still a little angry, after all, it was just a little bit, and his face was about to swell.

As a result, when the little wolf put the vole in his mouth in front of him and gave it to him, the fire that had just risen in his heart was extinguished at once.

The little wolf arched the vole with his nose towards Musa and let out a "whoop".

Don't eat for nothing, don't eat.

After weighing it, Musha still accepted the food brought by the little wolf.

Well, he's actually still very coaxing, and for the sake of the vole, he won't be angry.

The other little wolves were very discerning, and they hid behind without disturbing just now, and when they saw Musha's expression slowing down, they instantly rushed up and surrounded Musha, with adoration in their eyes.

It's really amazing to be able to survive the siege of bees intact.

It's not his credit. Musha coughed awkwardly and looked around, but couldn't find the goshawk.

I couldn't explain it clearly to the little wolves, so I had to be cheeky and accept the worship of the little wolves.

Of course, being pushed and squeezed by a bunch of little guys definitely doesn't end well.

Musa was pushed back step by step by them, slipped under his feet, and fell into the water, splashing everywhere.