Ravensblood Forest life's too short

Oh, Tuvaq was well acquainted with her type. The way she scanned him over, objectifying his body and thinking of ways she could use him. In the not-so-distant past, he might've jumped at the opportunity to have his way with her, because she certainly was not bad looking. But now, even though she was looking at him like that and her voice was pitched just so, Tuvaq did not want to partake. His mind flooded with freckles and blue eyes and he imagined Acheron would be upset by his actions if he were to do so. 

"The trees," he said simply, gesturing to the thick sap dripping down the trunk of the one nearest him. Fascinating, almost like it was bleeding. "They're interesting."

Hazel eyes flitted over the woman and he tipped his head to the side, regarding her with a similar way of disinterest and chill, though a small smile had formed on his maw. "Are you forming a pack here?" he questioned. He was not particularly interested in packs. Acheron had been in one before, and they were adventuring, so they didn't really need themselves to be tied down like that. But he'd like to know who was in the area.