Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

That was another difference between the two of them. Tuvaq would absolutely do something he didn't want to do, if he had to. That was part of the reason why he had wanted to get out on his own so badly, because then at least he'd be out from under his mother's paw. Or, well, not necessarily her, but the other wolves. The ones who had held the power over him.

To his relief, Acheron denied what he'd been asked. Tuvaq wasn't hurting him, or making him uncomfortable, and better yet he'd tell him if he did veer into that territory. But Tuvaq knew he could control himself - he wasn't anything like those horndogs he'd had most of his experiences with. He wondered if it showed on his face, the level of surprise he felt when Acheron turned the question back on him. The emotion he felt in his chest was something he'd never experienced before. It felt almost like heartburn. Has anyone ever asked me that before? 

"I'll tell you," he whispered, face burning when his voice wouldn't raise any further than that for the moment. 

So they were in the same boat there. It was comforting to know that this was new for him, too. "Yeah," he agreed, grateful that his voice was not as hoarse as before. "Before this, I had my mom and... some adults." Were they a pack or a brothel? It had been relatively unclear. Hazel eyes shut briefly when Acheron nipped at his cheek and he offered the other boy a small smile. "I like this too. I'm glad you decided to be my friend."