Heron Lake Plateau head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a kawasaki

tegan had returned from his journey to the sound with bat (who knows if homegirl made it in, i'm gonna be vague), and now had had time to think on the situation he'd encountered with easy. unfortunately, despite just all around sucking, it brought up a lot of feelings that tegan did not enjoy having. he actually didn't even realize he had any feelings until that day. and fuck, that sucked. 

now, don't get your fuckin panties in a wad, tegan didn't like easy. that's some dumb-shit and he was not riding that wave. but like, their old monthly meetings had been kinda fun. and tegan always appreciated her as one of those wolves he didn't have to see a lot to feel close with, which was good considering they never saw one another. and after the opportunity for easy to join him and like, for the two of them to become actual friends was stolen from him... well fuck, shit sucked. tegan was kinda bummed. of course, his journey hadn't reflected his emotions-- cause that's lame-boi shit-- but, all the same. he'd been thinking.

today, as all mama's boys do, tegan sought out @Finley. because he didn't have any answers, the world didn't have any answers, surely good ole' mommerz had some answers... she always did. he strode up to her den with pricked ears, nose twitching. "mom?" he called out, tail still as he waited to be graced with her presence.

but ole mommerz wasn't home. so tegan grunted, and left. off to pout, i suppose.

forward dated a fuck load of time in the future.