Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

If Tuvaq had been thrown to the wolves - in every sense of the word, except for physical scarring, because his mother had not appreciated that - it was clear Acheron had not. Otherwise he wouldn't let a wolf he'd just met less than a week ago straddle him like he currently was. The thought made Tuvaq feel sick, like maybe he didn't deserve to be close like this. Like he was doing something very wrong. 

"Do... is this..." He huffed out a sigh from his nose, looking back down at the freckled wolf. "Is this something that... happens? Am I doing something..." Wrong? Bad? Immoral? "...that makes you uncomfortable?" A sheepish laugh then, colored with uncertainty. "I just, y'know, didn't really grow up with siblings," or friends or parents, "...so you gotta tell me if I do something wrong. Like if I hurt you."