The Heartwood Secret destroyers hold you up to the flames

// thanks for getting this up <3

In the days after meeting the vampire, Tuvaq had been... sticking rather close by. Perhaps it was strange, but deep down he didn't want to be too far away from the man. It was a form of connection that Tuvaq certainly did not want, but here he was, lingering in one place over a man who'd drunk his blood. It was strange.

This place was charred, barren, ashen. Tuvaq enjoyed it, watching the gray stick to the blond fur at his paws. Hazel eyes flicked upward as he scanned the surroundings, stopping only when they landed on the freckled being weaving among the scorched tree trunks. Both boys would pause at the crow's call, but Tuvaq was not interested in the bird. This boy was... striking. He'd never really seen spots on a wolf before. 

"Hey there," he called with a wag of his tail, deftly jumping atop a trunk to look over at the boy. His posture was friendly, amiable, even if there was a patch of dried blood still on his neck. "Cool place, huh?" Creepy as hell, probably, but that just made it more interesting.