Heron Lake Plateau killin' the game, bout to catch a body

"that makes sense," tegan responded thoughtfully. still, it would've been cool to have an army of crabs guarding their lake. but... whatever.

also, not a bad idea. niamh was on top of it today. but still, puppies just weren't his thing. at least, not right now anyway. tegan had bigger and better things to worry about-- like corralling bitches. "not a bad idea, they all sorta have to like me though-- family, and all that. i'm not worried," tegan said, despite the fact that he himself didn't care for half of his family because they were lame. pretty hypocritical, tegan, but whatever, we'll let it slide. "you'd be good at it though, i think-- i thought you were gonna go for medic or something, you tended to asshat while he was injured." to be fair though, they had plenty of medics... probably didn't need anymore.

and then he scoffed. "look at me, niamh, i can't not look good-- and therefore redhawks will always look good." sound logic, tegan, and correct grammar, probably. the yearling grinned, pretty smugly.