Redhawk Caldera Dr. Who

Pantaleimon listened as Sebastian named the other wolves who were there. Her Beta -- Reek was her Beta, wasn't he? Pan wondered if Reek had done anything aggressive. He didn't seem like the aggressive type at all; and he wasn't built as a fighter at all either. Reek was a kind and gentle soul in Pan's mind. She hated that Sebastian called him ugly; maybe because he was her friend and she felt protective, or maybe because Pan knew that she was ugly too (to her own standards anyway, as she had broad masculine features and a bumped nose, as though it'd been broken once; she wished she was more beautiful often).

Pan was distracted from her thoughts about Reek by the look on Perry's face. With a worried frown upon her face, Pan hastily asked: "Are - are you -- what happened?" She folded back her ears and reached out to tenderly lick Peregrine's muzzle, hoping he wasn't hurt or anything. He looked strange, as if he had just spaced out a moment. He looked better now, but she was still worried.

Sebastian was forgotten for the moment, and Pan vaguely heard he asked for Warden tips; her silver eyes were trained only upon her lover for the moment, the worried frown refusing to leave before she got a confirmation he was okay.