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Pantaleimon decided to go for an early patrol. She trotted through the drizzle, feeling her wet thicken as she did, and couldn't help herself; she was thinking of Perry most of the time. Pan still hadn't plucked up the guts to tell him about her gender-thing. She wondered how Fox would react if she'd know, too, but wasn't too worried. In Pantaleimon's experience, most wolves didn't acknowledge nor accept her gender identity anyway. Fox would probably still see her as a male. Would Perry, though?

Her head stuck in the clouds, Pantaleimon trotted through the drizzly darkness until she saw something in the distance. It wasn't until he was fairly close that she could tell the dark shape in the distance apart from the other landscape. She didn't even see that he wasn't alone. Pantaleimon quickened her pace to a gallop and called out: "Perry!" to make her presence known, a soft and eager smile on her face. She wondered if he had given the subject they'd spoken of earlier more thought. She sure had.

It wasn't until Pan was nearly at his side that she noticed Finley there. Pan's eyes turned from contained excitement to terror in a split second. While they remained nervous, the terror soon vaporised as Pan awkwardly tried to salvage the situation by saying: "Oh, uh, hi uhm, hi Finley."