Redhawk Caldera [joining] smoke and mirrors

Pantaleimon felt awkward when Peregrine shared his honesty. Pan had known plenty of wolves who were into collecting pretty things, but they had usually been Sirens; more signs that things worked differently for other packs and other wolves. Peregrine kept things light-hearted though, mentioning there was pretty scenery as well as wolves (that's what Pan assumed the Alpha meant by members, at least). Pan, who was just swallowing a piece of squirrel meat, nearly choked on her food when Peregrine mentioned the pretty members, mostly because she had not expected the comment and felt embarrassed, but also because she was not used to talking so openly about favouring others; the Sirens took what they wanted rather than talking of fancy and love -- or tried to, at least...

"S-sorry," Pan awkwardly muttered when she finished coughing and the pieces of squirrel were no longer stuck in her throat. There were a million things to say, explanations to give, but instead of doing so, Pan decided to over-eagerly dig into the squirrel meat to avoid having to explain herself and looking like a weirdo prude who knew nothing of how normal wolves acted. Especially not in front of her new Alpha.

When Peregrine enthusiastically asked about what Pantaleimon would teach pups, Pan was caught off-guard again, although she did not show it as vividly this time. After all, taking care of pups was a hobby of Pan's, and not particularly a skill, per say. "Oh, uhm... I've t-taken some to hunt, uhm, sometimes, and I guess I..." Pantaleimon's ear twitched while she considered how to explain, "... Like b-being with them and just uhm, t-talking and playing? They're so..." Pantaleimon trailed off there, though there was a soft expression on her face; Pan loved to spend time with puppies because they were so unmoulded and honest. She supposed they reminded her of a time when she was still a brash and brave little Siren trying to prove the world that she was not a Consort.