Whitewater Gorge i don't know nothing about mopeds

"oh no, no, don't do that," tegan said in response to her weak attempt at a nickname. tegan was an expert at this-- she should just leave it to the professionals. tegan then squinted at easy as she told her story, thinking and processing all the information he was being given. the thing that stood out the most was that the neck friend was given by a murder bird. fiadh had left that detail out of her story. maybe she didn't know? despite his antics, the comment was actually quite unsettling to the blackthorn pup. 

"trouble sounds about right," he then agreed, unable to decipher what any of the rest of the story meant. why the heck would any of this happen? it didn't make any sense to him. "where do you think it came from? like, why do you think it did that?" he asked, nose twitching as he turned to look back at his friend.