Redhawk Caldera gone fishing

Uttering her name did not seem to quench the female's anger much. As they drew nearer to one another, Pantaleimon could smell that she was a Redhawk Caldera wolf, but Pan did not understand why she was so angry. Were they all like that? When she was in the shallows, Pantaleimon pressed her body entirely to the ground, not sure what more she could do to make the female cool off.

When the female said that she was within the borders of a pack, Pantaleimon nodded quietly. A few seconds passed before Pan confirmed, "Y-yes, I know," rather quietly. Then, out of desperation and because she didn't know what else more she could do to cool the female off, Pantaleimon rolled on her back, displaying her belly; not because she thought it would make a difference, but because it was the only defense mechanism she knew to grab for in the moment.