Redhawk Caldera Shaken, not stirred

Pantaleimon nodded when Wildfire indicated she understood that she would have to be older and bigger to be allowed to go to the ocean. It was a good idea to start practising here, although Pan doubted that the problem with going to the ocean was actually to do with not swimming enough. The journey itself was probably more of an objection. Pan decided not to mention it, though; it was enough for her that Wildfire knew she would have to wait until she was older, even though she could already start swim practise here at the Caldera. It had plenty of water, and Pan was grateful for that, even though it didn't have the salty scent of the oceanside to remind her of home.

When Wildfire asked for swimming lessons, Pan nodded. "Whenever you want to," she promised. Pan would've been ready to give lessons now, but Wildfire seemed to have something else in mind when she mentioned looking for stuff for a collection. Pantaleimon remembered spending hours upon hours searching for the very best seashells and kelp to decorate her fur with. She felt a little naked here, with nothing to drape her fur with, but perhaps it was for the best. "Sure! I - I used to collect stuff when I was younger too. What sort of collection is it?"