Heron Lake Plateau who's saying nothing about as loud as she can.

towhee dipped, tegan wasn't sure if he expected that. his nose dipped a little bit at her comment, but he looked dully at finley with a slow, and short, wag of  his tail. she asked him how he was doing, tegan just stared. "its all calm, ma," he said with a flick of his pale ears, wondering in what world he would be okay and why she would even bother asking? but no point in being a fuckin baby. tegan would suck it up and be fine as ever just to avoid having a conversation. 

"how's the coat?" he asked, fucking the name of the copse entirely on purpose, but appearing casual enough that ... well, maybe he didn't know? but nah, he totally knew.