Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

He wondered what these Apples would taste like? He had never eaten anything like them, but he trusted Tuvaq and deduced that they must taste good if he was willing to go through so much trouble to get them down. His cavalier statement towards safety had Acheron frowning, though. You need to be careful all the time, he countered. Sure it wasn't always the most fun, but it was safe.

Acheron watched with concern as Tuvaq jumped up towards one of the lower hanging branches. He remained close so that he might be able to help him should he stumble or fall. The first try was unsuccessful, but the second try had him dangling from the branch for a brief, unsettling moment. He heard the branch break with a snap, and Tuvaq landed hard on the ground, small green apples scattering a little from where he landed. Acheron rushed forward, concern on his face. But his friend seemed to brush it all off and announce that they now had breakfast. He seemed okay, so the freckled boy would only offer him a sigh before picking up the apple closest to him and lying down with it. 

He rested the fruit between his paws and looked to Tuvaq with a shy smile. Thanks, he offered. Then he picked up the food and took a big bite. He chewed three times and then froze. It was awful. He had never tasted anything so revolting. He wished he could have pretended it was good for his friend's sake since he had nearly hurt himself to get the food, but it was just too bad. He stood and splattered the partially chewed apple on the ground near his paws, spitting a few times to try and get all the remnants out. The taste clung to his tongue, though, and he looked to Tuvaq, discomfort scrunching his face some. Are you sure we're supposed to eat these? he asked. He felt guilty for his reaction, but it was just so bad.