Whitewater Gorge i don't know nothing about mopeds

watching easy fall like that made him feel a little bad. he tended to forget not everyone was as obnoxious as them redhawk folk, who yelled insults to one another as a form of affection. he hesitated for a brief moment, almost stopping to apologize but... tough luck, right? besides, they moved on. 

"that's dope," he returned, sounding genuinely interested as opposed to his sometimes sarcastic comments, "and scary, but only a little, i dunno what i'd do if i got stuck face-to-face with one." he took a few moments to think about it to himself before shrugging. "piss myself prolly."

aw damn, easy was bumped up to! and... honestly, her role in the pack was way cooler than his own. but that also sounded like a whole lot of responsibility and tegan wasn't about that life. instead, he focused on a different detail of her story. "oh shit-- way to go... why'd your dad got no eyes? what happened to 'em?" he asked, nose twitching curiously. his parents both had their eyes-- though finley was still sorta slow from the battle against black feather woods.