Sun Mote Copse throwing up the west side as we tear in the air

as wildfire approached, tegan had 15 different 'oh shit' moments roll through his brain, but he didn't let it show. instead, he held his ground, standing firmly, tail lashing, eyes stilling burning a hole through kiwi. 

"i'm apparently no good at my job, so let your daughter deliver the news," the word daughter was rolled as a sneer, muzzle still wrinkled with agitation. "the redhawks bid you a marvelous day," he said, and then dipped. because fuck this. he began to move east.