Redhawk Caldera Out on the verge of the rest of our lives

He soon located Pan's familiar form, his white fur lustrous in the moonlight. Peregrine paused, licking his lips and admiring the view for a moment. Pan looked so serene, sitting there by himself. The Alpha almost decided against approaching him. But he badly wanted to put his friend's worries to rest. Sure, the timing was odd... but there was no time like the present, right?

"Pan," he called out softly, causing the other wolf to face him. Peregrine felt a pang when Pan looked at him, horror-struck and frozen. "Please don't run away. I want to talk to you," the Alpha said, swiftly trotting to join the Delta. He expected Pan to dart off at any moment but, fortunately, he remained rooted to the spot.

Getting right to the point, Peregrine reached out and gently touched his muzzle to Pan's. "It's okay." He paused, exhaling. He didn't want to jump to conclusions or get ahead of himself (or Pan) but with his confidence restored, Peregrine said boldly but gently, "I like you too, Pan."