Redhawk Caldera gone fishing

When the angry voice rung out, Pantaleimon instinctively scrunched together against the water's surface, making all of her precious work in vain. Fish darted everywhere at the moment Pantaleimon lowered her body, ears pressed against skull and tail loosely floating in the water. Pan turned to face the wolf, who demanded who she was. It was too far for Pan to actually see or smell who this wolf was; an intruder, but she guessed they would try to sneak past rather than demand who someone was, or someone of the Caldera. The latter was the most logical.

Pantaleimon was not sure how to respond right away, and it took a few seconds of awkward silence before Pan started to slowly scuttle towards the water's edge before responding (for shouting had never been one of Pan's fortes). "Uhm, I uhm - I'm P-Pantaleim-mon," Pan mumbled, barely audible, while she held her body low in the water's shallows and searched for a spot of ground that looked particularly interesting to focus her attention to, rather than this angry Redhawk Caldera wolf, not risking making eye contact.