"I heard you have nesting material." Yes, that is a rather large wasp peering in at Orion.
... y’know what, he should have prepared for Hiveless folks approaching him over this. He set up his little donation cart (yes, a literal cart: he borrowed it from one of his clients and filled it with the hair coming off his Mount, an act that he was still participating in) at the base of the Hive, where just about everyone could access it.
“Oh, yes. Plenty. Take as much as you need.” he takes his hands off the brush lodged in his Mount’s fur, pulling some fuzz-soaked bags out of the cart. “Here! I even have some bags for transporting it. It... will get everywhere anyway, but you can always come back and get some more. I’ll be here until Moonset.”