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

Pan didn't seem to have a response to that, though at least he wasn't running away. Peregrine tried to read the expression in those sweet, soulful eyes. He saw fear, uncertainty, maybe even pain. He swallowed. He hoped he wasn't inadvertently hurting Pan somehow. That definitely wasn't his intention.

"I know you don't have a lot of experience," the Alpha continued, breaking the dark, silent stillness, "and you might be confused and stuff." He was guessing, really. He paused, eyes searching, wondering if he was barking up the right tree. "I just don't want you to feel ashamed of yourself. If anything... your response... it was flattering." He smiled faintly, hoping he wasn't putting his foot in his mouth.