Redhawk Caldera damaged

Pantaleimon nodded as Perry mentioned checking out the cleft, and he followed quietly. While they walked, Pan didn't speak much, just fondly enjoying the silence and time spent with his lover, and gave Peregrine the occasional nuzzle or lick while they made their way to the location of the scar that marred the lands.

Nature was a magnificent thing that Pan knew little about, he realised as he saw the damaged lands. To think that wind and rain could do such a thing as this, and drain the beautiful lake...

Before Pan knew it, while he was musing, Perry had moved on, carefully getting closer to the edge. Fear gripped at Pan's heart, afraid that Perry would fall, but Peregrine seemed set on making the leap across, for some reason. When he suggested calling it lover's leap, Pan wondered if that meant he had to jump, too...

"It's -- I -- Isn't it dangerous?" Pantaleimon called after Perry, hoping that he didn't sound too frightened and nervous. He was, but didn't want Perry to know. "If - if you think you can make it, you... uhm - could." Pan ever so carefully made his way towards him, with less finesse than Peregrine, and hoped dearly that he wasn't going to ask -- or 'dare' -- Pan to do the same.