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When he crossed paths with the wolf adorned with the tones of his home, sandy shades, and dull browns and duller creams, well, Nikolai hadn't expected to do much more than carry on his way. But it was the curious ruckus coming from deep amongst the thickest alcove of trees, where the wolf was carrying on, that he drew himself after. He didn't quite know what to make of the scene, he couldn't truthfully tell if the other male could as well, and it was with no loss of pride that he nudged at the wolf's shoulder with his. Their size difference apparent when he did so, slipping forward to inspect the scene of something... golden and sticky laying bright amongst weird husk-like chunks. "What is it?" Nikolai asked, suspecting a wolf that smelled of these lands would know or could put together the combination of puddling ooze and the faint scent of bear and make it understandable. He scented at it, inching closer. "It smells real sweet?"

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‘What is it?’

He flinched when a shoulder brushed against his, taller and heavier than his, the fur short and coarse and brown and not the thick, heavy, black and white of the old man at his side. An oversized head next to his; black and brown with bitten and chewed fucked up little ears atop his head.

He rankled.

“Fuck if I know.”

He took a step back.

Space and distance between them.

“Honey.”

He scratched behind his ear. His back leg raised. His body an awkward and curved semi-circle.

It was fucking bee vomit and shit, or fucking whatever, he didn’t fucking know.

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"Least I ain't the only one who hasn't seen somethin' so weird," he said, not quite picking up on the other male's questionable manners as he peered closer to investigate, licking his lips in anticipation, like the taste was on his tongue. Nikolai swiveled around to look at the stranger, head quirked in curiosity that didn't appear to be shared though this matter didn't strike him. Honey? "Now what's that..." 

It was a mutter to himself more than much else, turning back to the honey, eyes cut to a squint. "Can ya' eat it ya' reckon?" Nikolai took a step backward then, tail flicking, particularly used to the customs of dogs that showed as he ate up the space between them in his maneuvering backward, pressing his body to the other male's without putting much thought to it. "Ya'd eat it, would ya'?"

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Jesus fucking Christ.

An oversized, thick, meaty thigh and muscled, bony hock butted against him followed by his flank and then his oversized shoulder. His ass cheek all but fucking pressed against his chest before he found his place beside him and against him. Short, coarse, crude brown fur pushed and pressed against blond.

He fucking wondered if this was how the old man fucking felt, smothered and fucking annoyed.

If he did, and he was the old man, he would already fucking mauled his ass.

‘Ya'd eat it, would ya'?’

"Yes."

No.

It was fucking honey.

Gross, sticky, sweet fucking shit made by fucking bugs.

Why the fuck would he want it in his fucking mouth? Or even anywhere fucking near him, for that fucking matter. The red sap from before had been fucking bad enough.

If dumbass brought it anywhere near him, he was making it the old man's fucking problem next time he saw him.

He rankled.

His ears pressed back tight against his head.

His expression somewhere between annoyance and disgust.

Fucking whatever.

Dumbass overgrown puppy could stick whatever he fucking wanted into his dumb fucking mouth, with his fucked up little bitten ears and fucked up curling tail.

He could eat an entire fucking anthill, if he fucking wanted, or an entire fucking wasp's nest.

He would help him fucking find one.

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"Then we give 'er a go, yeah?" Nikolai nudged the other with his shoulder. When he looked at him, ears all back and expression twisted into something creatively offensive, the wolfdog only whuffed; not once crossing his mind that this was his doing, instead, all blame fell on that of the golden goo glistening before them. If it wasn't in his nature to investigate what could harm, he may have been more reserved or less compelled.

He waited for some answer, mouth shaping his wondering. "I reckon ya' ain't tried it before neither?"

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“You first.”

Blunt, and dour. His ears folded back. His expression best described as fucking fed up with his fucking bullshit.

His stance stiff, and awkward.

Seriously, it was just fucking honey. It was fucking gross and sticky as shit. Who the fuck wanted anything made by bugs in their fucking mouth?

Dumbass could be his fucking guest.

Fuck, he would probably fucking love it, with his dark, weird, big-ass, earnest, puppy-dog fucking face and mutilated little ears. And he almost fucking wished it was fucking toxic, or poisonous, or some other fucked up shit, just to fucking show him, just to fucking hurt him.

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Mhm, Nikolai thought, nodding a little.

He crept forward, short ears twitching in thought. It took a heartbeat. He finally braved the oddity of it.

Lapping at the honey, regret spilled fast, he spat and spun, shaking his head with a snort and enough force to send honey flying not only across the ground but onto the other wolf. It didn't burn as much as it overwhelmed. Too sweet. Eager to stick to the roof of his mouth.

"Yeugh," he spat, still yet to notice the decaying of the other's mood. "Oh, wh—oh, bees."

Nikolai blinked. Bees. He heard the buzzing before he saw them, seemingly sprouting out of nowhere, angered and singling out a specific scent that honeyed the only two occupants of this moment. He barked when one stung his shoulder, then hip, then were swirling around betwen them both trying to find flesh to target.

Fuck.

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Dumbass fucking gagged—

And he snorted and huffed for the split second he fucking could before said Dumbass fucking shook like some kind of stupid fucking wet dog, honey and spit and drool and spittle alike hitting him on his face, his chest, his neck.

And then the buzzing started.

And then the stinging.

“Shit!”

He yelped.

One got him right on the fucking ear.

“FUCK!”

Dumbass bumped into him, his hip against his shoulder—

And he stumbled.

He tripped.

Dirt and fucking grass sticking to his stupid sticky fucking fur—

And the bees were upon him, fully and entirely, everywhere and anywhere, all at once.

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It went downhill poetically fast.

His own yelps mingled with the stranger's. The bees rained down like gunfire. Their buzzing the haunting echo of shells hitting the earth, each other. "Fuck!" Nikolai hollered, scrabbling backward, sideways, away before he tripped and cussed something cruel until he regained his limbs; noticing only when the bees were peopling the air beside him more so that the stranger had won the brunt of their ire.

Quite stupidly, unlike someone should have done with a stranger and a mass of angry, angry bees, Nikolai rushed to grab the smaller male by the scruff and haul him upward unceremoniously. It went unsaid that, one the other hit his paws, they should run.

The bees, as if growing fiercer in their proposed flight, shoved forth.

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Grabbed by the scruff and then pulled and yanked clumsily to his feet—

He fucking ran.

Twitching, twisting, yelping.

“Fucking go—"

He snapped at his stupid fucking heels.

It was like that stupid fucking cat, except all fucking over again.

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Uncharacteristically harsh, Nikolai snapped in time with the teeth which grazed his heels, darting forward, hollering out over the deafening buzz trying to take precedence, "Fucking where, Genius?"

He could take jaws, he could take gashes and half-gores and ambushes and and and—

—shit almighty, he couldn't take bees. Unrelenting, careless, aggressive bastards that clung and pinched and stung and...

...he spun on a corner, dashing through the trees with hopes of finding some sort of solace. "Where! Bees—owe, shit—where they can't go!"

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‘Fucking where, genius?’

“Fuck you!” He snarled.

He was the stupid fucking idiot that just had to stick his gross fucking tongue into a fucking beehive like some kind of fucking freak with an oral fixation. He didn’t do jack fucking shit but watch the dumbass fucking do it.

He was fucking innocent.

It was all the dumbass’ fucking fault.

He hoped he fucking tripped and fell and broke his fucking neck.

He hoped the fucking bees ate him fucking alive.

He hoped—

Dumbass whipped around a corner.

He cut in front of him.

“The river, dipshit!”

He nipped at his dumb fucking shoulder, and ran fucking faster because he wasn’t some stupid fucking overgrown freak.

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Maybe it was the one... or two... or three dozen, even, beestings delivered to his ass, face, on and on and—but Nikolai's natural inclination of peaceful behavior was broken in two with a firm pierce to his cheek.

"Fuck ya'!" He barked it, desperately trying to gather himself at the moment the stranged popped off again, nipped again; only difference was Nikolai returned the kindly gesture. "Of course ya'd know what to do with tha' basatards!"

Another yelp ripped from his throat, eyes narrowing down on the river he heard rushing on before he saw it.

Despite their bred animosity, when the river neared, he shoved the stranger toward the river; heard a splash, and then dove in after.

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He went to dive—

And then the fucking dumbass shoved him from behind.

He yelped. He tripped, slid, and stumbled, his ass going over his head, and he fell into the fucking flowing river. His left shoulder making impact with the water first. The dumbass following closely behind.

Submerged.

His body collided with his underwater.

He coughed, choked, and spluttered.

Water in his lungs.

His back paw touched the bottom—

And finally, finally, he emerged, further, farther, down the riverbend.

His head over water.

He panted with loud, laboured, oxygen-deprived breaths.

His fur soaked and sodden.

He paddled and dragged himself to the riverbank.

The bees fucking gone.

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He didn't hit the water without a bee burying its ass in the back of his neck. His resulting yelp was muffled when the water grabbed him and hauled him under.

The world went blue-tinged, his lungs ached; stupidly, he gasped and coughed and swallowed because his body thought that'd work.

Nikolai whirled in the water, weightless and fucked, poetry of the hour.

Thankfully, a frantic outstretch of limbs saw his paws hitting rocks and silt, to which he used to shove himself up and...

...he popped up above the water with a gurgling gasp for air, moving like a buoy, eyes whaled-out and his instincts driving him to the dryness of land that were landmarked by the stranger's soggy rat's head moving toward. Nikolai followed, digging his nails into the damp land graciously, panting and spitting and shaking his fur out with no regard to if it'd re-soak his companion.

The bees were gone.

And now that he looked at it...

Well, they certainly weren't in the same spot neither.

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He clawed, dragged, and heaved his way onto dry land.

Once—momentarily, briefly—weightless, and now heavy and damp and wet and fucking waterlogged to fucking shit.

And unfortunately, the dumbass fucking followed.

He clawed and dragged his way beside him like a graceless fucking seal. His short coat fucking wet and soaked and fucking ugly. His ears still fucking missing from halfway up. Whatever the fuck was around his fucking neck and wrists fucking jingled and jangled when he fucking shook himself dry.

He recoiled.

“You’re fucking welcome, dumbass.” He spat.

His ears matted back against his head.

His body beaten and battered and no doubt fucking swelling.

Fuck, he fucking hated him.

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With his coat being so short, he soaked up plenty water and when he dispelled it with a furious, cyclone of a shake, it sent most of it onto the stranger. Unwittingly, of course, he didn't even notice until a crass bark popped his ears and cleared them of some pressure plug.

"I didn't thank ya'," he said, voice deep enough to rumble without it being a true snarl though his frustrations were clear, he shook again, ridding himself of the rest of the water and leaving himself looking ratted and wrung out. Nikolai whuffed exhaustion but stood nonetheless, ears twitching. "Ya' didn't tell me tha' bastards would still be rilin' 'round it, did ya'?" After a pause and snort. "Yer' welcome I didn't let ya' get yer' pretty face all pierced by 'em n' stuff, layin' there just takin' it..."

Nikolai let out another rough breath, finally moving to his paws.

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“Fuck you.” He snarled. “I didn’t lay there and take fucking shit.”

He wasn't fucking pretty and he didn't fucking want his fucking attention.

Besides, Dumbass was the one that fucking pushed him in the first fucking place as far as he fucking knew, panicking and throwing a fit like the stupid fucking overgrown puppy he fucking was.

He took a half step forward when Dumbass fucking moved and shook his coat because two could play at that fucking game.

“You were the fucking idiot planning on fucking running forever. I fucking saved your fucking ass knowing where the fucking river was.”

But Dumbass was probably too fucking stupid and backwards to be able to fucking understand that, though, huh?

Must have fucking sucked, being so fucking big and so fucking dumb.

His mom should have never fucking weaned him, much less fucking nursed him.

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Nikolai rolled his eyes, huffing, snorting, and kicking up dirt with his hind paws—one after the other—a wordless message of his agitation building. But when the stranger shoved forward, he did... nothing.

He didn't doubt he could roll him good, built like some overgrown coyote and all, but it just wasn't in him to cut at another when there was always an alternative.

"And ya' woulda saved both our asses if ya' just said them bastards were gonna still be there," he scoffed, shaking his head as he turned to leave the other behind. "I ain't gonna have no pissin' contest with ya', go 'head think what ya' want ta', hope yer' pretty mug don't swell too much."

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”Go fuck a beehive.” He sneered.

He already had to stick his fucking tongue in one, why not the fucking rest of him too?

Fucking asshole.

He left, too. Soggy, and fucking swollen.

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