What a fucking idiot! He fell right into her trap! Oh, everything with this boy was just too easy. He clamored right up in his oafish, noisy way to a bee infested bush. Although she was sorry that the first few bees were rather quick little fellows as they zipped out of the bush and started stinging Denali before he could enrage the rest of them. It was not the great swarm she had expected, but it would do. She watched through shadowed eyes as he flailed and winced away from the bees, chuckling quietly to herself.
“No, Denali! Not over here, I'm allergic,” she lied. “These things often have bees. Let them sting you and they will die. Hurry up, collect the leaves. Think about your sister. Your sister. Is a little sting going to stop you from saving her life?”
His back was to her as she spoke, and she backpedaled a few steps. Her bow slid down her arm and she ticked an arrow into place, but did not take aim just yet in case the boy turned back around. She wanted the sick pleasure of watching him try to harvest the bush, but he would surely not do it if he saw she had him in her sights.
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