((Lol, well yeah....))
Ephliam sits on his rump as he watches Zack return--no, parade--back infront of him, carrying one of the largest bee hives that Ephliam has ever seen, just to place it before him. "Thank you Zack." Ephliam says. He lowers his maw and tentatively sniffs the bee hive. There is no ominous drone of buzzing as one might of guessed, but sheer silence. Ephliam sticks his big, fat, round nose in the carcass of a hive, and licks up some of the golden drops of the amber liquid. "Mmmmm. That's very good honey Zack. Be sure to share with the other members of the Pack." Ephliam says to Zack, wagging his tail--which is very rare indeed--and smiling as hi licks the last of the sticky juice frmo his maw.
(Happy Ephliam again <3)