Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Tuvaq realized he'd been leaning over the other boy for a while now, and so he stepped back, allowing Acheron room to get up if he wanted to. The blond licked his maw, a nervous twitch, when he was asked about his reaction. Well, fuck. He'd have to work on that. 

"Oh, it's not a big deal," he assured, a smile forming on his muzzle. "There's just not a whole lot of people in the world who give a shit about if they hurt you or make you uncomfortable." 

He'd leave it there. It wasn't worth going into the details, of how wolves would take from you whatever they wanted. And that sometimes parents didn't always protect you from it. "Don't worry your little freckled head," he teased, reaching up to push at Acheron's shoulder with one paw. If he were human, he might be pinching those freckled cheeks to mess with him.