Buck shot him a glare before he moved to look around. He walked over to the hives, eyes narrowed and he crouched between the two largest of the hives. Anger and worry rushed through him at the sight of the blood. Yes, it was a lot but still. Then he saw the footprints. Several different pairs and signs of dragged marks for a short length, which meant they had probably dragged Honey before carrying her off.
The Oma leader rose slowly back to his feet, following the path of the footprints with his eyes before he found himself physically moving to do so. His hand moving to his gun.