Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

tegan isn't technically home until the 5th-- but i kind of disregard my own timelines constantly. if you want me to delete i can ~ <3

NO WAY. BITCH NO WAY. 

haaaaah. there was an insane amount of fuckin snark ass smugness on tegan's face when he heard the call of easy-- a voice he'd never forget. not cause he had a crush on her or any of that pussyshit-- but cause he widely regarded easy as the first bitch he'd ever corralled. she held a special place in his, uh, head. not his heart. miss him w that. 

he trotted up, trying to lose the smug smirk and transition into a more typical tegan smirk. less smug, more annoying. he approached niamh with a quick nudge to the shoulder, his tail wagging. "easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy!" he chirped at her, settling beside niamh into a comfortable standing position, his posture lower than his friends since, after all, his rank was below hers and he still abided by those hierarchy rules or whatever. he looked from easy to niamh. "what's brackin, blood?" he asked, head tilting to one side.