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Pantaleimon watched as others arrived and waited in silence for what was to come. When they all gathered, Fox spoke up. Pantaleimon listened silently to her Queen as she spoke, demanding all of the wolves in the pack to learn about being a Warden or a Warrior. A month seemed like a small amount of time to do so, but Pan did not object; she would do her best, as she always did. When the question was posed, Pantaleimon instantly knew which side would fit her best: the defensive side of being a warden, for it meant she did not necessarily need to fight unless it was needed.

"I'll become warden," Pantaleimon said softly, though perhaps not loud enough for everyone gathered to hear. "I d-don't know if I'll be, uhm, in a month, l-like, a real full-fledged warden, but I'll t-try, and I'll keep my eyes on the b-borders." Pantaleimon awkwardly threw out the words and then sat back, looking at the ground, feeling dumb for not even being able to speak properly. Then she waited.