Redhawk Caldera We're meeting arms to arms

"I'm fine," Peregrine quickly assured Pan, in the hopes of staving off a whole slew of stammered apologies. "Really," he added, smiling. It still felt a bit unnatural and forced, yet it was partly genuine. It reached his eyes but just barely. It lingered there on his mouth as the Kappa's eyes remained fastened on his fellow wolf.

Then their eyes seemed to drift to the dead rabbit at the same instant. "I am, a little," he confessed. He suspected Pan would give him the lion's share, even though he certainly neither deserved nor wanted that. "If you don't mind sharing, I'll take a leg." He waved his tail, then seated himself in preparation for the small snack.

"I'm glad I ran into you... or that you ran into me, I guess," Peregrine admitted after a beat, managing a single quiet snicker while Pan presumably split the hare into portions. "I wasn't in the best shape the last time we spent time together." He paused, searching for a way to express the sentiment he wanted to get across. "You know, I can't be that vulnerable in front of just anyone. You..." He trailed off momentarily, searching for the right word or phrase. "There's something about you, Pan, that makes me feel safe."