Heron Lake Plateau imma lick that, stick that,

tegan shook his head. he'd easily forgotten about his journey to become the world's biggest womanizer and instead was actually kinda happy to spend some time with dad. with mom it was easy. tegan was 100% her favorite child and there was just nothing that could be said to change that. seriously, ask finley, i bet you she'd say tegan. and if she didn't say tegan then she's fuckin lying to spare some feelings. but like, we know the truth. with dad, tegan always assumed he was still the favorite cause like-- how could he not be?-- but nothing had ever truly been confirmed. not that tegan cared so much about being a useless sack of bricks, but he always had the idea that his father cared a little bit more about how much he contributed to the pack.

but actually, who knows? maybe he didn't give a single flying fuck. anyway--

"here's perfect, daddio," the young blackthorn said, sliding down onto his stomach and nosing the food towards his dad, cause he had like, some aspect of manners. "whatcha been up to?" tegan asked, starting to small talk for once.