Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

Peregrine pressed against him, and Luke shifted to embrace him as much as he could, his muzzle caressing his companion's ears and the side of his head. The word pan did not register to him as a name, that he had been mistaken for another. He thought he had heard man, or at least a garbled incarnation of the word, and thought nothing more of it. He kept his promise, and stayed with Peregrine for the night. For a long time while his companion slept, Luke lay awake wondering. None of his questions had been answered. He had found his friend unharmed but troubled, and so the dark cloud he had sought to chase off would linger still. He eventually fell into slumber himself, only to wake and find that Peregrine had gone. He tracked him for a short while, just enough to confirm that the man had gone home, then Luke returned to the lake and lay back down. He was weary from the turmoil of his mind. Now what.