Redhawk Caldera beach party

When Fox said she could not think of anything for Pantaleimon to do, Pan nodded. She would hunt, of course, but had mostly meant her offer to mean if she could do anything at this very moment. That question was soon answered when Fox asked her to stay a bit longer. Well, maybe not 'asked', but Pan easily caught the question in Fox' words.

"Of course," Pan was swift to answer and she nodded. "I'm just not very g-good at, uhm... hanging out." Being social was something that was hard with anyone that wasn't, well, bubbly and social like Reek had been. Pan was rusty, had never really learned to socialise much because she had preferred to be alone and wallow in the unfairness of the world at a young age. After that, Pan had simply fallen into her role as Consort without objection, and had thrown herself at her religion and servitude towards the females of the pack. Small talk and hanging out weren't things she did often and thus was good at.