Heron Lake Plateau [expletive deleted]

tegan patrolled. cause that was his thing now. tegan the patrol man. he walked the borders and said wassup to outsiders and pissed on shit. it was literally the most boring thing ever. he had no idea how towhee did this all the time. but, also, kinda like... peaceful. if you didn't run into any fuckers on the borders then you just got time to yourself, and tegan was sorta into that. he had a lot of time to think. 

this meant that the last few days he'd been less stiff-bodied -- but certainly just as stern looking. it was becoming, honestly, for him to look so angry -- it made him look older -- but it certainly wasn't natural for him to lack his usual, strutting gait. there was good and bad in everything, i guess. either way, bat had missed out on all the theatrics -- and tegan would not be filling her in. 

but, hey! wait! it's a motha fuckin bat! 

she looked real bad. like, real bad. but tegan spotted her along his patrol and almost pissed himself. "mother FUCKER!!!" he h o w l e d, and began full speed sprinting towards her, only to slow down right at her to take her into the biggest wolfish embrace he could possibly manage. never mind she was so frail he probably could've snapped all her limbs. it was only then tegan realized he might've been shaking, but he couldn't stop the vibrations from wracking him. ears pressed to his skull, face buried in the hollow between her shoulders as he held her close, tegan muttered, "i though you were dead." 

and there you have it. tegan was never letting go.