Heron Lake Plateau i'm winning so they had to dump the gatorade

tegan nodded along with mild concern for his aunt, gaze lowered as the gears in his still-sleepy brain began to turn. he didn't make any words until he caught sight of towhee signing. and then his face lit up with surprise and agitation -watch yourself-- i do don't that corny shit. don't put thoughts into her head, either.- his brow furrowed, but his lips were still generally traced with a smirk. hell yeah, bitches, was the connotation that it provided.

"yeah," tegan said with a wave of his tail, "bet-- any idea what direction we should head in first?" probably not, but it was a good question to start with. 

quietly, taking a quick look off into the surrounding territory, tegan muttered, "i'm sure she's alright, ceara can handle herself." he hoped. the comment was left unsaid.