Heron Lake Plateau got gas in the tank

"uncle colt!" tegan chirped, tossing the rabbit to the grey wolf and plopping himself onto his rump before him, "i did! it was great, but i got bigger problems." tegan wasn't one to beat around the bush, especially when it came to family. so, here he went.

"my street cred is sufferin cause i don't have any broads, and mom said you've got a way with girls," he said, getting straight to the point. to clarify, tegan stuck up his nose a bit and added, "not here for the lovey dovey shit that clover's into, i don't want a girl, i want a whole team of em. i need em right where i want em." yeah, or something like that. but anyway, tegan had a way of always getting his way-- typically with charm-- but ladies? eh. another story. he thought he was pretty well off, but he needed a step up on everyone else, and colt was just the wolf that could help him.

he shot his uncle a big grin, tail tapping hopefully. "what do you say? will you give me some pointers?"