Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

tegan was timely, for once, showing up just after fiadh-- he was doing nothing worth reading or writing, just normal tegan shit. he strolled in casually, nipping at fiadh's heels in an affectionate greeting and then quickly ducking away in case she snapped back. he trotted over to his mom, who looked distressed, and then glanced between the adults with a low, slow wagging tail. something was wrong, he could tell. if not by the urgency in finley's call, then by the tension that hung in the air. tegan didn't get uncomfortable, that just wasn't his thing, but he at least understood to be quiet and wait-- something was happening and it simply wasn't the time for his usual ridiculous antics.