We both know we can't go without it

Pantaleimon watched Nightjar as he marked the territory's borders, allowing him to do the work while she tagged along. She figured it made him feel good and anyway, it wasn't like Pan really needed any practise. Besides, Nightjar was son of Peregrine and Fox, so it made sense that he would be the one to spread his -- and their -- scent all over the borders.

A smile tugged at Pan's lips when Nightjar mentioned having nothing to fight over with his siblings. How nice. She watched as he rolled on the ground, and when he got up sniffed the ground briefly. She wasn't sure why she did it as she did, but when she caught a little bit of Peregrine's scent along the ground, whether it was from Nightjar's fur or older markings, she felt a pleasant tingling in her gut.

Pantaleimon diverted herself by thinking back to her own siblings; they'd started out so great, but over time the differences between them had become painfully clear. "I had two sisters too," Pan shared. She said it as though she was going to add something, but ended up just trailing off. After she'd said it, Pan suddenly wasn't so sure what she had wanted to say. Maybe she was looking for something she and Nightjar had in common.