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finely (sorry it'll be forever apparently) did not go unnoticed by the young blackthorn. in fact, tegan had heard the crunchy snow underfoot a little while back, and his mother's scent was unmistakable. he didn't want to seem like he'd actually cared to see his mom, but his pace had slowed considerably to let her catch up. it was mere coincidence that she caught up. 

he turned to face her, grey tail waving. "hey, mom," he said through a mouthful of mouse, which tumbled from his jaws and landed with a thunk into the snow. "shit," he muttered as he bent to look at it, pausing to sneak a glance at finely's reaction to his word-choice-- though she was surely used to tegan's ways by now-- and send a naive smile her way. "a mouse! good for snackin'," he said triumphantly with a little puff of his chest. 

then, just making casual conversation-- he wasn't really concerned-- tegan asked, "how's the leg?"