The Heartwood i bet my life

When the loud voice rang through the forest, Pantaleimon instinctively lowered her body to the ground, making herself as small as possible (for, like her mother, Pantaleimon was quite large and bulky). Pantaleimon looked up from the corners of her cold silver eyes which were vivid with fear, assessing whether or not she was in danger; ears flattened and tail tucked between hind legs. It took Pantaleimon a few moments to realise that the dark-furred stranger meant no direct harm, and was male beside that, so Pan removed herself from the ground and allowed her tail to dangle loosely behind her hind legs again in as neutral an attitude as she could manage.

Pantaleimon was about to stammer an apology when the other male explained he had thought Pantaleimon to be someone else. "Oh... Oh! Ah, I -- I see. Did, uhm, were they also from the sea?" Pantaleimon asked; not really curious, but mostly trying her very best at small talk. "Are you uh, fr-from a pack nearby?" Pantaleimon looked briefly at the black-furred wolf before looking away to the ground, not sure where to cast her gaze. In her awkward attempt at small talk, Pantaleimon completely forgot to introduce herself, for she was used to give such information only when asked to.