Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

I can... watch over you.

Tuvaq huffed out a soft laugh. You must think I'm stupid. Curious and interested, yes, but certainly no idiot. Putting himself at risk like that in front of a complete stranger?

The boy smirked and sidled up beside the larger wolf, chartreuse eyes meeting his multicolored. "Why don't you try them with me?" he inquired, tipping his head to the side. "A little won't be too bad, after all. Theoretically, if we just take a small bite, we'll be perfectly fine." He blinked slowly, then tipped his head to the side. "After all, you'll ingest whatever it is in my blood later anyway."