Redhawk Caldera went to the moped store

as you recall, the newest batch of blackthorns were growing quite quickly, perhaps faster than their poor parents had anticipated. tegan, however, had still yet to grow into his big head, and it seemed that with every day that passed it actually filled more and more with air. funny how that works. 

at least, however, he'd begun to grow into those fat feet of his, and those sharp little teeth (which had been used to gnaw on a whole pack of wolves at least four times through) had fallen out and he'd begun to get a nicer, more impressive set of chompers. he used that tooth-filled mouth for talking less than his siblings did, and he still found (clover particularly) their loud outbursts extremely obnoxious-- though, the hypocrite-- he seemed to forget all the outbursts he'd had himself. tegan was growing into quite the little asshole, truthfully.

all that aside, today, tegan was fuckin' lit. he'd been practicing his sub-par hunting skills today, and had accidentally fallen over those goofy paws of his. he'd let whatever rabbit he was chasing get away, but his shoulder had found a particularly rowdy branch and had torn straight through his pretty fur!! though he was kind of mad that he'd done that (at first), tegan realized that no one else had seen him, and was fairly certain he could play it off in a much cooler way. AND, on top of that, the blackthorn boy had decided that fighting was real cool, and therefore so were cuts and bruises and scars. so, thinking up a sneaky little story, tegan padded off to find someone gullible enough to believe his fib, tail in the air.