Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

Desperation wasn't particularly a word Tuvaq would use to describe anything he did. Methodical, planned out, inquisitive, but not desperate. If he had truly not wanted to give blood, he would've said no, but that request offered up an entire different realm of interest for the boy. It would seem that the two had targeted one another for their fun for the day.

With their combined strength, the fallen tree rolled to the side rather easily, and Tuvaq immediately crouched down to look at the mushrooms. 

They were orange, tubelike things that smelled of... nothing. Hm. That was odd. "I wanted to see them," he told the other boy without looking up, tail swishing from side to side. Slowly, the blond wolf leaned forward and took a small bite from the fungus, and was pleasantly surprised. Not bad at all. 

Still though, he spit it out before standing back up. "It doesn't taste bad, but I wouldn't swallow it," he reasoned, regarding the specimens with interest. 

Turning then to his companion, he offered him another bright smile. "There's so much you can learn about the world. Like are these poisonous? Edible? Medicinal? It's all so interesting."