Heron Lake Plateau break her off, kit-kat

tegan had been wandering, mostly, as i had totally just forgotten to mention in the original post. whoops. but anyway, it appeared that today he was luckier, as he was drawn from his meandering by a female voice. green eyes looked over to where he was called, where he spotted a flaming orange broad. nice, spicy.

he approached smoothly, tail swinging and broad smile swept onto his muzzle. "not much, b," he said in casual greeting, "m'names tegan, world renowned scout and arguably the best looking blackthorn." great entrance, attaboy.