Great Bear Wilderness sputnik

i didn't want to reply before b/c i am going to be gone friday - monday but it looked lonely and i couldn't resist c:

Peregrine's words resounded in Pan's head since her meet-up with him and Sebastian. They were wild animals and should behave more like them. Yet Pan was not very good at being aggressive or dominant, not even when defending her own territory. Perhaps it would come with age, or perhaps it would never come. She bravely patrolled the borders, but had of yet to face anyone agressively; she didn't really hope that day would ever come, truth to be told, although there'd been various incidents so far. It wasn't unthinkable she would have to stand up someday soon.

Pantaleimon strayed a bit further from the borders today, after a patrol, deciding to go down to lake rodney for a quick swim. Pan slipped into the water from the Caldera's side, deciding to take a brief pause from her warden work and patrolling. Swimming always reminded her of home and made her feel free. Perry made her happy, but taking a swim in the water reminded Pantaleimon of a home she never really had anywhere but in her mind.

Soon she would visit Reek again, to tell him the good news about her and Perry, and hear how his life was going -- and if Wynter had yet returned -- but for now, she was enjoying gliding through the water, free of gravity's wrath.

When she noticed a white figure in the distance, Pan fidgeted. She knew she should go there and tell him to leave -- he wasn't on Caldera land, but close enough considering the war that she may chase him off -- but had yet to gather the courage.

After taking a deep breath, Pan swam towards the wolf to where she could stand. "Hey, uhm, you!" she called out from a fair distance, moving half out of the water to the coast not far from the wolf. "You uhm, y-you should leave, uhm, you're close to the Caldera. This is Redhawk's..." Pan's eye fell upon the lump that should've been a leg then. "Redhawk's..." Gods, it looked terrible! "Redhawk's..." Right, she was supposed to say something. Was she still supposed to chase him off? Or offer some sort of help?

"I... Are you -- is -- do you need any help?" We're wild animals, stupid! We're supposed to chase him off, no matter how sad and hurt he looks! Pantaleimon bit her lip as she imagined Perry's disappointed face, but could not help but offer the poor boy her help. Gods, how was he still alive? The wounds looked somewhat treated, as far as Pan could tell with her limited knowledge on the matter, but the boy still had a long way to go, no doubt.