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

It didn't take him too long to pick up his friend's scent again, and he followed it farther into the forest, stopping every now and then to look around. The last time he stopped, a flash of light fur against the bright green of a bush caught his attention. He moved closer, unsure at first if it was Tuvaq, but when a breeze moved the leaves of the bush, it revealed enough of the other boy to make Acheron sure it was him.

He slowly walked over but realized he had no idea what to say. He could apologize, but he was still pretty angry about everything. He hadn't meant to stomp off, though, and he did feel bad about that. His thoughts froze, though, when he saw how miserable Tuvaq looked all curled up under the bush. It made his chest tighten and filled him with a strange feeling; he didn't think he had felt this before, but it made him want to curl around him and comfort him. So that's exactly what he would try to do.

He lowered himself down and began to move under the bush unless stopped by Tuvaq. If he let him continue, then he would scoot underneath and wedge himself behind his friend, curling around him and resting his head along his back. He still didn't know what to say, so he offered only silence and hopefully comfort. They could talk about things later.