Redhawk Caldera damaged

Like Pan had expected, Peregrine said that he and Fox were intending to have more puppies. In a few years, no doubt they would have many generations of Firebirds wandering the pack. They'd be a large pack counting all the children alone -- well, those that stayed, of course. Pantaleimon had not forgotten that she had yet to tell Peregrine about what she'd told Reek. And she really didn't want Reek to be the one to tell him, if it ever got that far (even though she knew Reek and Perry were more likely to scratch out each other's eyes than have a decent conversation about Pan, it was still a worry on Pan's mind). Raven wouldn't either, would she? It was a secret, after all, and it had been told in confidence. To a child, at least, that had to mean something.

Pantaleimon smiled somewhat uncomfortably when Peregrine said 'Firebirds two point o', thinking of what she wanted and, moreover, about how she never would be able to get it. "I..." Pan looked outward, to what lay beyond the borders, for a moment before looking back at Peregrine. "I wish I could, y'know, uhm... Some day." The firebirds were great, and Pan loved them almost as though she was a little bit a mother to them too, but they also reminded Pan of that which she did not have. Pan loved pups, but she didn't think that she would ever be able to have any. Not in the way she wanted, and not even in the way she didn't want, but was her only way to: she probably wouldn't manage.