Redhawk Caldera Don't tell me it tastes like chicken.

right away tegan perked back up. he wasn't one for stiff shoulders and high heads, so he'd never accidentally offend anyone (though it apparently wasn't a problem now) since his natural posture was casual. tail wagging, he greeted colt with a 'sup' nod of his head, and though he longed to shoot out the smart nickname 'dolt', he decided he'd save that for another day. 

he gave an unruly snort at towhee's comment. he would neeeeeeevver be put in charge of guarding someone. what, are you kidding? that's so much trouble to go through-- and tegan had much better things to do. and though he'd never admit it out loud-- because he was fully functional and very capable thank you very much-- towhee wouldn't ever need much of his help. -what? no assholes swarming the borders?- he asked with a loud huff, ears pricking. nice curse word, tegan, he thought to himself.