Redhawk Caldera Luck be a lady

"I don't think that'd be such a good idea," she said, and was prevented from further needing to justify bolting when presumably "Perry" arrived.  Rosalyn watched his slow approach with a skeptical eye but was mollified when he at least greeted Pan warmly.

She meant to sort of slip off (no matter what she might have thought earlier about getting a meal out of this), but Perry pretty quickly pointed the spotlight her way.  "I'm just the escort.  Your guy here needs some healing.  Sadly, my only talents lie in courier work."  Or so it would seem. She bumped Pan's shoulder lightly.  "I'll see you around, kitten... Maybe."  If no one protested, she'd take her leave now.  She was too tired to try and wheedle anything else out of this.  Maybe after a nap she could snatch a kill from some other unsuspecting predator.  Or find a fat and lazy pheasant.  That thought set her mouth to watering.  If it had occurred to her this man might be the alpha Red mentioned, she might have gotten a kick out of shooting the shit a bit longer, but it didn't even cross her mind that could be the case.