Redhawk Caldera breaking the habit

When Peregrine's voice faltered, Pantaleimon's ears folded back sadly while she tried to think of the right words to say, or the right things to do. It was devastating to see Peregrine like this. Pan listened as Peregrine said that other wolves might not understand. Pantaleimon supposed she understood, if the Junior wolf was part of a pack. They might be upset.

Wanting to know what pack to avoid so that she could not fail lying to them, Pantaleimon asked, "What, uhm... what pack was she from?" They might be angry, and it would be good to know if anyone came to the borders, or if she came upon a wolf in neutral territory, if they were of this Junior's pack. Pan would know to expect agression, if wolves would assume the worst. If she had a pack, then no doubt some wolves would know that she had come to the Caldera, right? Pantaleimon tended to tell a wolf or two about her departure, too. Especially if they knew that Peregrine was their father.

The thought that a wolf would see their own daughter attacking their other daughter was unthinkable to Pantaleimon. Pan nodded upon the instruction. "You... It w-wasn't your fault, Perry," Pantaleimon murmured softly, while looking away. Pan's icy silver eyes turned to Peregrine as she said: "Y-you... you couldn't possibly know..." There, Pan trailed off, and she gently nudged Peregrine's neck. No one could have predicted what would happen. It was easy to point fingers now, but ultimately, many wolves could've made the same mistake without knowing.