Redhawk Caldera riddles

Pantaleimon nodded grimly when Fox reminded her that nothing was permanent in the world. She thought of Junior for a moment, when her mind eventually drifted away from Kevlyn and Caiaphas, and wondered how young the child had been. Had she been a grown-up child of Peregrine's, or just a year or less younger than their current litter? What had driven her into such desperation and jealousy as to attack Wildfire? Pan didn't have a face to the name, and it was probably for the best, so that she did not need to dwell too long on the subject or feel too awful for Junior's death.

Fox said the Caldera'd be around forever, and Pan couldn't quite grasp if she was joking or if she really did think it would be. Nothing stayed around forever, Pantaleimon reminded herself. But instead of saying that she replied: "I hope so." Pan then smiled awkwardly at Fox; she hadn't got much better at small talk since their last meet-up. "How are the pups?" she ended up asking. Meanwhile, Pantaleimon kept an eye on the perimeter, for anything strange. "Quiet at the borders," she murmured quietly, more to herself than her companion.