Heron Lake Plateau Krigsgaldr.

bat was gone. finley was gone. at this point, tegan didn't even care that towhee remained. or quixote, who was still pretty fucking badass. it didn't matter to him who was here and who had gone, not anymore than it did before. so if more wolves got up and left -- so be it. tegan would be the last wolf left in this god forsaken plateau. just, remaining. 

if anyone had noticed anything, it was that tegan's scent, of all the scents, was more prominent along their borders. typically, he was more in the center of the territory or just completely fucked off somewhere weird. well, no longer. all the kid did was patrol. because fuck everyone else. tegan spotted towhee coming at the opposite direction, headed towards him. his expression stayed neutral, dull, even -- gaze going right through her.