Redhawk Caldera [joining] smoke and mirrors

Hunt was one of Peregrine's magic words. Sometimes, he liked making potential recruits prove it. But Pantaleimon looked awful right now. Perhaps he would accept him on probationary terms, giving the male time to recuperate and then prove himself, on pain of eviction. As much as he took pity on Pantaleimon, he wouldn't have a problem chasing him away if he proved useless.

"If what?" he asked when Pantaleimon's voice trailed away. "Do you care if I call you Pan, by the way? Or do you have a preferred nickname? Pantaleimon is a bit of a mouthful."