They would rip through the pack near the woods here if they came for him, that much was true. Sirius and wee Remy, they wouldn't stand a chance. He took his cigarette from his mouth and crushed it out on the floor, tilting his head back and looking off into the distance. "I could go high. Further from the pack. I could keep them away..." Though he'd have to fucking hike all the way up there and how the fuck would he carry his bees?

He eyed up the bee box and then he considered all the shit he had in his house. "You think I could make a sled from this house and drag my shit up that?" He tilted his head in the direction of the mountain.

Heh. Yeah fucking right. "Think I'd sooner die."