Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

A nod then as Tuvaq mulled the man's words over. No vegetation, then - that was odd, in the blond wolf's mind, but... well, not much about this meeting was normal anyway. And Tuvaq did have a philosophy to take things as they came, not as he expected them to be. Not that the boy had many expectations of the world anyway - only adventure and exploration.

It would seem his next adventure would be with a vampire. 

"It's only fair that I repay you," Tuvaq acknowledged, watching the man eyeballing his neck. The pale wolf padded up and bore his throat, cutting light hazel eyes to the side with a smirk. "If you kill me, I'll come back to haunt you in the form of a mushroom ghost."