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"Anything living, I think," Tuvaq mused, looking up at the sky for just a moment in thought. "Though he didn't seem to be a cruel man. I don't think he'd just up and drink your blood without asking," he assured upon sensing the freckled boy's unease. 

Huh. That was something Tuvaq hadn't considered before speaking - but that was pretty common for him. "You're right," he responded with a light chuckle. "Maybe it's less about changing it and more about how you react to whatever happens." Or something. Philosophy was weird, and not often a subject Tuvaq delved much into with more thought than just surface level. But this boy wanted to explore, and exploring was what Tuvaq did best, after all. "Yes, you can't do that much if you're stuck in a pack for your whole life," he said thoughtfully, tail stilling in its swing for just a moment before continuing. 

"No good life has ever come from being safe," Tuvaq announced then, hazel eyes scanning the boy over before looking back up at the raven. "You could always leave. You're young and strong and brave. Maybe you could go back eventually, but you might find that you like it better out here." He turned his attention back to Acheron. "You could go with me, if you like."