Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

exactly what was bothering tegan was unclear. but whether he was just angry he got in trouble, or angry towhee had yelled at easy, or angry she couldn't come with them-- or a combination of everything-- tegan was not himself. he couldn't sulk in the back of the group-- towhee wouldn't let him-- so he sulked in the center of the traveling pack. 

this sucked. 

towhee made a fun(?) little jab at him being in trouble, calling him wicked, like she hadn't just yelled slurs at a perfectly good friend of his for no reason. okay, towhee, ride your little high horse. see if tegan cared-- he didn't. 

he didn't verbally answer, but moved towards the lake to do drink and then begin to routine pissin', only to immediately be called out again to do something else-- probably something else unnecessary. lowering his leg, tegan mentally sighed and moved after towhee, head low and ears down.