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if tegan's sad demeanor wasn't already a personality shock to the rest of the wolves that surrounded him, this next bit surely would be. 

finley's presence triggered more of a reaction out of him than anyone had thus far. tegan shuffled upwards as she arrived, still looking like a heap of fuckin sad but now sitting upright. drooping but sitting. he didn't want his mama to worry, but boy was he fucking sad. 

suddenly clover was screaming at him, like he was a fucking dumbass or something. like he had just gone all baby-mode and crawled home or something. he was suddenly on his feet as her voice began to raise, and accusations began to be thrown. in an instant tegan had clicked from big droopy puddle to bristling fiend. he growled, teeth bared. tegan was enraged, unable to believe what the fuck clover was saying. he interrupted her multiple times, but she kept yelling. "what the fuck do you mean what kind of answer?" more yelling. "i've been looking!!" more yelling. "i looked for a WEEK!" more yelling. "fuck you!!! clover!" disbelief. "you can't fucking talk to me like that!!" and then tegan was done yelling.

he didn't even hear her next question, but it was probably laced in more accusations and malice. teeth bared, now snarling, tegan made an emotionally driven decision. he'd shut her up. his bitchass fucking sister. snarling and looking to throw that bitch to the ground. never mind who was around him, tegan was fucking done with this. towhee didn't even try to defend him as clover yelled, so fuck her. he didn't care. clover was treating him like he was a fucking moron -- like he wanted this to happen. clover was so far below him in the ranks if he pissed on her it might've gained enough velocity to fucking pierce through her skull. she'd learn her place right now. 

even he understood emotions better than her.