Redhawk Caldera [joining] smoke and mirrors

As Peregrine asked what he would do, Pantaleimon swallowed dryly. While Pan was trying to pick up her courage and ask for a place to stay, Peregrine met her halfway, and though he might not realise, Pantaleimon appreciated the gesture greatly, for she really needed it. Pantaleimon, though meek, did not doubt that she would be able to carry her weight; although socially she had never been too strong, Pan had excelled at many things since she was young, one of them hunting. In a pack, she knew she could provide.

"I can hunt," Pantaleimon said. Although they had tried to teach her to fight, it had never been something she was very good at, although Pan had on occasion warded strangers from the borders. Her large, bulky size was great for fooling violent strangers into thinking she was good in a fight. "I... I'd like to j-join, if..." Pantaleimon trailed off, starting a sentence she didn't know the answer of, and she looked away, at the sand, staying low and close to the ground as to not break the unspoken rules of respect.