Ghost Lion Crag passed the harley, dukie on the ducati

well tegan actually had no fuckin idea where he was. like, at all holy shit. by moonspear, sorta kinda northeast of the plateau-- but that's all he had. it was just... ya know, common sense? follow a scent trail. then again, not everyone was taoiseach tegan blackthorn, real OG, scout extraordinaire. so, he didn't blame her. he tried not look at her like she was a moron-- that is not how you get bitches.

"totally, just outta here?" he clarified, tail swinging. they were just between cliffs and such, there were a few weird passages but tegan could easily get them out. and the sight of this gal completely wiped his brain of whip-- who was supposed to be taking up his attention. whatever, babes come first. "my names tegan, tegan blackthorn," he introduced, holding his toothy smile, taking a few sweeping steps towards her. shit boy, who taught you how to fuckin strut like that? ppphewie! anyway, he paused a few steps back, waiting for her response.

and oh man, i can tell you now, he was gonna have a field trip with her name.