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Well, Tuvaq was about to agree with this stranger on the topic of not being surrounded by the same faces every single day, but then teeth met his ass and Tuvaq jumped a bit. It wasn't that he was frightened or anything, of course, but his attention had been so caught on this silver-eyed man that he hadn't been paying any attention to who might be approaching.

And as much as Tuvaq liked new people, the vampire was one of the most interesting people he'd ever met. So perhaps he could tolerate him being nearby for a while, at least. Not that Tuvaq had been staying nearby for Abaddon's sake, either. No, sir.

Hazel eyes cut over toward the spectre and he huffed out a laugh through his nose. Jealous? 

"Well, I think we're pretty great things to see," he reasoned to the dark man, flicking his tail against Abaddon's side before he stepped forward to get a better look at the dark wolf. "My name's Tuvaq, and I think you and I may have similar feelings on the subject." Commitment sucked, but if Abaddon wanted to come up and grab his ass from time to time, that was fine, too.