Heron Lake Plateau And the 808 is our drummer.

whatever tegan was up to that day was-- as always-- nonya. just know he was by the borders and therefore available to bug towhee. except, for once in his life, tegan actually had some business plans to make. so he was being a responsible and proactive member of the pack. 

what the fuck was towhee even doing? tegan squinted and craned his neck upwards to see X overhead, but god knows what they were up to. deciding he was far more important than whatever was going on, tegan ran to catch up with towhee, kinda from the side so he didn't scare the shit out of her too much. she probably could scent him anyway. "hey! we gotta talk, b," tegan began with a mildly serious tone, despite his incredibly casual language.