Dawnlark Plains loyalties

Pantaleimon's heart raced in her throat while she stared at the grass between her paws, unwilling and unable to look up at the face of the angered female. Even without smelling Reek on her fur it was not that hard for Pantaleimon to understand what pack the blazing young female was from. This had to be Saena, another of Peregrine's angry children.

There was so much that Pan wanted to say, but first and foremost she wanted to come up with things to preserve herself: that she was a friend of Reek's, for example. Reek had warned her, of course, but somehow the warning had not seemed like so much of a threat when they were standing side by side near Redtail Rise territory, smiling sadly and both wishing that the relations between their packs were different.

Pan tried to find the equolence to say her name and mention she was friends with Reek, but she didn't quite manage. "F-f-fuh-fuhruh," And so, failing horribly to say even mere words, she decided to shorten it even further, while she feared not only Saena's wrath, but felt like a massive disappointment to Peregrine, who mere days ago had said they should be more agressive, act more feral. And here she was. On the ground. About ready to wet herself. "R-ruh-ree -- Ruh-reek's, h-he..." Pan stammered hoarsely while she imagined Perry's disappointed face looking over Saena's very angry shoulder. She trailed off then, looking up at Saena for the briefest of moments before averting her gaze again.