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tegan blacked out a bit for the fight -- as he tended to do. at least this time he didn't hit his head on clover's... that would've been bad. clover had gotten a good piece of flesh outta him... he felt the sting on his ear, which flicked uncomfortably now that finley had separated. but clover still yelled, and tegan's entire being was still vibrating in ferocity, in anger. "YOU FUCKING CUNT!" screamed tegan across his mother, who he wouldn't dare cross -- but unless she ripped his tongue out finley couldn't stop him from screaming. "do you think i wanted to come back? do you think i want to be standing across from your slut-ass face?" he threw more insults, teeth still bared.

but finley demanded answers. the questions were directed at tegan, who stood looking like a feral cat. all his muscles were tensed, fur bristling, teeth bared, ears pinned to his skull. his tongue flicked out between pearly whites, avoiding his mother's gaze and instead letting his gaze flick to towhee -- who was less intimidating, for once. 

she asked him to sign. 

-bat is dead- he signed, having to sit down to do so but still appearing fully ready to take down clover, -she fell through the ice at the river west of here. i looked up and down the river all week, i couldn't find her. i'd been gone too long, i had to come home.- the more he spoke the more defeated he became, losing the bristling demeanor and falling back into his more droopy state. he choked, not wanting to sign anymore, but unable to get the words out without absolutely botching them. "clover's blaming me," he said weakly, "like i fucking wanted my best friend to die -- like i didn't want to find her, like i didn't try." 

towhee and finley, less heated than clover and certainly older and (arguably) more mature, would probably see the tell-tail signs of a week with hardly a scrap of food or sleep. tegan looked pretty rocked, definitely exhausted. he'd spent all his time patrolling the river looking for her, and he didn't have much time to do anything else. he drooped again, nose falling to stare at the snowy ground, ears still flat against his skull. this fucking sucked.