Heron Lake Plateau we stan a good puppo

tegan, at this point, was gnawin' on a bone from the scraps of their meal. his tail flicked in a 'welcome back' sort of manner, and he watched her as she approached with some sort of mission. his ears cupped forwards, and he stopped mid-gnaw to give a short think to the proposition. 

"yeah that's a good idea," he told her, tongue swiping over his maw as he studied her curiously, "i definitely should go with -- i might need to check up with quixote and towhee though just to make sure." cause... well, his decisions felt a little more weighty nowadays. before he could just be like 'peace out i'm goin to the coast!!' but now it was like 'may i peace out to go to the coast??' kind of deal... at least, tegan was sort of chalking it up to be like that. ya know, he didn't wanna step on any toes this early in the game. except towhee's, but literally, so that was another story.

"you know how to get there?" he asked her, knowing damn well he had not the slightest idea. and then, without meaning to, he wondered aloud, "i wonder if that seabreeze chick is there."