Redhawk Caldera We're meeting arms to arms

Pantaleimon smiled softly when Peregrine admitted that he did not feel like he could let his guard down around many. While she was raised to judge all that did not follow her religion, Pantaleimon never had; perhaps because she, herself, was an abomination to everything her religion stood for. How could she judge others, being what she was?

When Perry said that he was glad Pan had wound up here, Pantaleimon looked away bashfully, trying to hide how good the compliments made her feel. And you know... Pantaleimon looked back at Peregrine, holding her breath while she waited what else he would say.

There was a sting of disappointment in Pantaleimon's heart when Peregrine said that it was important for a warden to make their pack mates feel safe. Pan had hoped for more compliments or shared feelings on a more personal level, rather than reverting to, more or less, small talk. "Oh, right... Yeah, that's true..." Pan mumbled and she shot Peregrine an uncomfortable smile while she tried her hardest to hide the stinging disappointment that she had set herself up to. The rabbit leg in front of her just lay there, barely touched, while Pan tried to deal with the feelings of rejection that rose up inside.