Pantaleimon smiled at Luke's friendliness. He didn't owe her anything -- they'd both made the decision to hunt this difficult prey, after all -- and yet he offered her a lot. With a soft smile, Pantaleimon answered: "I l-lived by the ocean most of my life, actually, so... I love fishing." She might not need to be taught, but still: "We can go fishing some time." Things might be a bit hard with her living in Redhawk Caldera, but if he'd call from a good distance, Pan figured she'd hear if she was in the area.
"Oh, perfect!" Luke exclaimed. His tail whipped the air. It often seemed that fishing was a lost art, so to find a fellow fisher always tickled him. Heck, he wanted to run out and go fishing right now, but it was time to part ways. "Hopefully, I'll see you before too long then," he grinned broadly. "Take care, Pan!" With a final wave of his tail, he departed his new found companion, feeling better despite the events that had lead him here, and the failure of their hunt.
Pan smiled when Luke seemed pleased that she liked to fish. Pantaleimon loved hunting, because it made her feel like less of a clumsy idiot and more of a wolf who was actually good at something. Fishing was included in that. "Take care," Pan said with a warm smile when Luke and her went separate ways. Pantaleimon continued on towards Redhawk Caldera, feeling glad that she had made a friend, even though her side would probably be hella sore in the morning.