Bramblepoint my rapier wit hides my inner pain

@Trick :)

The effects of whatever fermented fruit he'd accidentally eaten had faded away, or was it even fermented fruit? Could it have been an abundance of poppy? Or nutmeg? Teagan scowled, shoving the thoughts to the edge of his mind in annoyance. He was here for a reason, and that reason was not to get drunk, or high, for that matter, even though both options seemed way more inviting than going on a mission to find someone that, one, probably hated him and two, probably wants nothing to do with Teag. And there was also the fact that he was trying to find one wolf in this world of so many wolves; the chances of him actually finding the raven furred male were literally second to none.

The idea of that almost caused Teagan to give up. Except he didn't. A part of him was tired of giving up, tired of relenting, tired of letting things be and going with the flow. He was tired of losing those he cared about, and even more tired for allowing them to leave. He was done with that; this time, he wasn't going to lose the man, not if he could help it. After all, Wilde had promised not to leave, not if he did have a choice.

The fox hissed out a breath between gritted teeth as he nosed through some plants, wrinkling his nose at the scent. A rabbit had disappeared into the said plants moments ago, and now the coywolf could find nothing but the barest trace the prey had left behind, muddled with the surprisingly strong scents these greens gave off. He pulled his muzzle out from the bushes and narrowed his eyes, his mind already formulating a plan. Teagan hadn't eaten in days, a week even, maybe more and he was in desperate need for food. Survival came before Trick. Well, only by a bit. After all, Teagan didn't really care if he lived or died, not really, he just wanted to apologise, and maybe, just maybe, make it up to him.