Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Tuvaq was still vastly disappointed in what he deemed to be an inadequacy, having thought he'd give his companion a nice, delicious breakfast. Maybe, he decided, the trees were like flowers. Maybe the apples took a while to get ready to eat like a flower got ready to bloom. He'd come back in a couple months to test that theory. 

A smile curled on his own maw when the freckled boy came and rolled over beside him, close enough that the fur on his side brushed against Tuvaq's leg. Now was one of those times he needed to be careful, like he had said earlier. Acheron was so trusting and willing to be there, in Tuvaq's space, and Tuvaq wondered if it would still happen if the other boy knew that he was kind of like those apples. He looked fine on the outside, but on the inside? Sour and bitter and gross. 

What was he supposed to do now? Tuvaq slowly moved to sit, and then lay down on his belly, still looking down at the boneless wolf in front of him. "Don't say that too loud," he teased, with more confidence than he felt. "I told ya, there was this big spooky wolf wandering around that likes to drink blood. He might think you'd make a good breakfast." His eyes flashed playfully and he tensed a bit, getting ready to pounce. "Liiike.... this!" Tuvaq jumped forward in an attempt to fasten his teeth onto Acheron's scruff, an exaggerated growl escaping him and tail waving.