The Sentinels The impossible is possible tonight

Acheron's smile was infectious, and Tuvaq vaguely wondered if this was how relationships with others were supposed to be. For once in his life, Tuvaq did not feel used or underappreciated or less-than. And maybe he'd only ever have this with one wolf, but if that were the case, he was glad that it was Acheron. 

Tact had never been his strong suit, but that didn't seem to matter here, either. Tuvaq watched the freckled boy for a moment, chartreuse eyes both appraising and affectionate. 

"I'm glad I met you," he said simply, a small smile growing on his own maw. And maybe that was something that should have embarrassed him to say, but for some reason, it didn't. It just felt right.