Heron Lake Plateau cruisin' through the alley

tegan squinted at clover. "are you kidding me? that was the saddest excuse for-- whatever, it doesn't matter," tegan said with a roll of his eyes. his sisters could team up on him all they wanted but if they really thought that that was the winning jab then-- yikes, the future of the caldera was looking dim.

he nodded in agreement, however, when clover designated lucca as the mudshit maker. "motherfucker won't see it coming-- i think we should get a move on while he's still unsettled here. the longer we wait the more time he'll invest in the pack and the more he'll want to stay-- even if we throw shit at him," tegan said with his ears cupped forward. it was good logic to him.