Heron Lake Plateau you don't need an uber, you don't need a cab

tegan was back on his feet.

well, barely. he was still technically on bedrest and still technically not allowed to leave the territory but-- let's face it. tegan gave zero fucks. his head didn't hurt today so he was just gonna go fuck shit up in the territory. he wouldn't leave the plateau. seriously, he wouldn't. he'd sort of listen. 

besides! fucking @Bat seemed to harass him eeeevvvery day. i mean, he loved bat, sure. she was his prodigy, #1 fan, and great company. but she was always trying to get him to get up and do shit with her and he couldn't stand having to keep saying no to her! he was supposed to be teaching her, god damn it!! being on bed rest sucked! it meant he wasn't allowed to do anything cool. i mean, yeah, he got to say no to dumb shit like chores, but he couldn't go exploring or anything. 

and that sucked. so he was giving in to bat's whims and going to do whatever thing she'd asked him to do earlier that day. he just had to find her. he followed her scent,  ears pricked up and facing forwards, tail swinging. he spotted her big ass ears from a mile away-- way before he saw any other part of her. "hey, pup!" he called out, realizing a little too late that yelling that loudly actually hurt. 

ugh, maybe he should've stayed in bed. 

too late.

"whasgood? still need a partner?" he asked, trotting up and giving her a nose to the shoulder.