Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

The contrast between their approach to this adventure was quite different, but at least they both had one thing in common. Tuvaq was just as relieved to have a traveling companion as Acheron. It had been a jarring realization when he'd come to the conclusion that he was lonely - that he could have always been lonely without realizing it. Closeness was not something he was familiar with, not in this way. It almost felt too good for him, if he were being honest. Like maybe Acheron wouldn't want to walk right up and brush against him if he knew just how dirty Tuvaq was. 

Was this boy already making Tuvaq want to be a better person? Gross. That was unsettling. All of this introspection and thinking about who he actually was and about his past was not something that Tuvaq did at all. 

Still, the relaxation that came with Acheron's appearance was immediate, and Tuvaq offered the freckled boy a smile, tail swishing behind him. 

"There's a lot of plants here," he offered by way of explanation. Some fruits, even, though not all would be in season. Still, the boy's eyes were drawn to an apple tree not far off to their left - Tuvaq wouldn't know, but the fruit would not be ready to eat yet. "I'm going to get an apple." For Acheron, of course, but he didn't need to say that. Tuvaq walked up to the tree and crouched beneath a lower branch, readying himself to jump.