Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Tuvaq stood over him for a few moments, smiling, which made a strange warmth spread in Acheron's stomach; it was a strange feeling he didn't recognize. This feeling seemed to pop up at the most random times but always while in the company of his friend. It was usually sparked but some expression he noted on Tuvaq's face or by something he said. The feeling seemed to come and go more often now too, like it was somehow tied to how comfortable he was becoming around the pale boy. He had little time to think much more on it, though. Tuvaq brought up the blood drinking wolf again, stating that he might like to make Acheron his breakfast—to which, he raised a challenging eyebrow. 

He was about to announce that he wasn't afraid, and if this spooky wolf came around then he would protect them, but his words were very quickly forgotten. He probably gave Tuvaq a slightly confused look before he registered what he was actually doing. His friend's teeth playfully held his scruff, and Acheron wriggled a little, not because he was uncomfortable or anything; it was quite the opposite. He wanted to flip over more on his back so that he could slide his front legs around Tuvaq's neck, and attempt to offer a playful bite to his soft, fluffy chest. A low, warm chuckle vibrated from his chest as he attempted to maneuver himself.