Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

Ah, so he just didn't have to move, then. Tuvaq held still and made himself maliable as the larger wolf fastened teeth around his neck. It stung, yes, but only a slight amount of discomfort showed on the blond wolf's features. 

Taking a steadying breath, Tuvaq leaned in to let the vampire support his weight and closed his eyes. It was certainly not the most he'd bled, but it was the first time he'd intentionally bled for someone. The boy found that he didn't particularly mind the act, especially when the spectre put a paw over his back to draw him closer. That was a familiar, enjoyable position. Tuvaq settled his body linear to the larger wolf's, letting out a low, pleased rumble.