Heron Lake Plateau very rare, mom jeans on her derriere

by now, bat had arrived and settled and gotten a good bit of rest. tegan had spent the last however long taking care of her -- getting her food, keeping her entertained, and guarding the den when she was sleeping. granted, he still did find some time to take a patrol. he felt like a good routine by now, he kind of didn't want to give it up. he wondered if bat would want to patrol with him -- or if she'd want to scout again. tegan hadn't left the territory in a long while, and it was probably time he gave the ole legs a stretch.

on today's patrol, tegan caught wind of @Towhee's scent and sucked in a heavy breath. time to get this over with. he was pretty well prepared for rejection, just knowing how often wolves of the world said no to him (despite his powerful charm and charisma?! yeah, i don't get it either, tegan). either way, tegan had done a lot of things in attempt to fill the big ole hole in his chest the last few weeks, and now that the hole was filled he just felt this giant calling. pfffft. a calling. whatever, fuck you, you find a better name for it. 

he spotted his older cousin along the border, as she often was, and padded up to her. X, resting on her shoulder, gave her a soft nudge to indicate that someone was behind her. when she turned to look at him, tegan tried his best to tone down his shit eating grin. 

phew, feels good to be back. 

hey, tow, i wanna talk to you.