Redhawk Caldera We're meeting arms to arms

"I feel like I can let my guard down in front of you and you will never judge me for it," Peregrine continued, eyes peering briefly into Pan's face before he bent down to nibble one of those big hind legs off the rabbit carcass. Straightening, he chewed, swallowed and finished, "I don't necessarily feel that way around many... even some of my closest loved ones." He adored Elwood and Finley, for instance, but felt that breaking down in front of them might just be awkward for all involved.

The news that Pan enjoyed his company earned a soft snort from the Kappa. "I can't imagine why, since I've always been harsh, a drag or both," he mused, though his eyes began to light up a bit for real now. "Well, in any case, I'm glad you wound up here, Pan. And you know..." Peregrine thought aloud, "Making your pack mates feel safe is a good trait for a Warden. That's the required trade you're going for, right...?"