Sea Lion Shores 'Cause they know who is righteous, what is bold, so I'm told

It might not have shown on Tuvaq's face, but he felt like flinching with every word that came out of Acheron's mouth. Sure, others had been mad at him before - for a ton of reasons - but this was the first time it had ever really effected him. A sinking feeling in his chest, a burning in his eyes when Acheron turned his back on him. 

He'd fucked this up, irreparably, his mind supplied. 

A sharper pain lanced through his chest and the tears spilled over, cutting across his already-damp cheeks. Tuvaq wiped them away with a sandy forepaw, confused by his own reaction. This was... nothing. He'd had so many more angry wolves in the past. Acheron hadn't even shouted or cursed, and yet...

Tuvaq got to his feet afterward, ears lowered. His mouth opened and he took a step forward, ready to say something - an apology would be best, he figured - but those traitorous tears leaked down his cheeks again. 

He hates you now, he hates you now, he hates you now.

Chest aching from both emotion and the water he'd inhaled, Tuvaq turned and sprinted, up toward the shelter of the forest nearby. He wasn't aiming to be gone too long, but these emotions were so new and scary, and he needed to process them.