Redhawk Caldera Dr. Who

Pan listened silently to Perry's explanations, taking it all in. She wondered what she'd do when the day would come that she had to attack someone. She knew how to physically threaten someone to leave, but most wolves just, well... left. Pan didn't have much experience with actual battle. She had her large, masculine frame working for her, for even though there was a set of soft, submissive eyes in her skull, Pantaleimon knew how to look impressive upon the borders if need be. She had been taught well by the Sirens on that note, even though she had not needed to use it much in Redhawk Caldera thus far.

When Sebastian asked her about her trade, Pan felt nervous, because she felt like she was doing a horrible job at it. She hated to lie, but didn't want to look dumb or useless to the pack, so Pan awkwardly avoided answering the gist of the inquiry by saying: "Oh, uhm, I've been, y'know, patrolling and stuff." Not a lie, although not a straight answer. "I g-guess I should practise fighting more, or something..." Pan drifted off, feeling awkward talking about this, because she felt like a terrible warden. Perry had said it was important for the pack to feel safe in company of a warden, but Pan knew she was a horrible joke of a warden when it came to the real deal -- keeping intruders out -- even if she tried because she was required to do so.