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

Fortunately for both of them, Tuvaq had not gone very far. Frustratingly enough, nearly drowning was exhausting, and he was having a hard time catching his breath. So, he had to stop at the edge of the woods, his fur curling slightly as it dried in the sun. 

From there, he'd crawl halfway beneath a bush, feeling miserable and a bit sorry for himself. And he wasn't even sure why - dozens of wolves had been angry at him in the past. Why had this one mattered so much?

Why did he value Acheron's opinion like this? 

Ears pressed to his skull, he rested his chin on his paws, blond fur not concealed well by the bushes he had crawled beneath. He coughed a few times and curled his tail around his flank, watching some ants march by on the ground near his feet. 

Louder footsteps reached his ears and Tuvaq looked up to see Acheron entering the forest not far ahead of him. Tuvaq stifled a few coughs, but made no real move to hide himself further. It wasn't like he didn't ever want to see Acheron again, anyway, and seeing his friend coming to search for him did make him feel a little better.