Heron Lake Plateau but girl, we could still ride together, oh

oh fuck shit bitch. his peaceful rest was interrupted by a loud sound and then the crashing down of someone upon his face. he'd ignored the original voice, half asleep, but as he was suddenly being KISSED!!!! ON THE FACE!!! tegan found himself rousing to make sure his mom wasn't doing anything embarrassing. not where people can see and wreck his cool points, mom. :/ 

but it wasn't finley, it was bat! and despite the pounding that her affection and words were causing in his head, he was relieved that she was still here. he returned one or two of the licks, which mostly got her cheeks and ears. and though the blackthorn yearling couldn't help a broad smile from crawling across his features, he stretched out his forelimbs to push her away, pulling his head back towards his shoulders. "hey, motherfucker," he greeted/warned simultaneously, "i got fucked up, you gotta go easy on me." which was true, she was kinda causing him some pain, but nothing he couldn't endure for a few moments. reunions, and what not. a sight of his own death made him a little soft for good ole bat, who seemed far more excited to see him than niamh. 

granted, his reunion with her had been different than that of his and bats. much more businessy or whatever. 

he elaborated by what 'fucked up' mean, since besides some scratches, tegan didn't appear outwardly hurt. "i just got a concussion, face-off with that dumbass titmouse." he'd be fine, is all he meant to say by that.