Redhawk Caldera lost in you

After the kick at the hunt, Pantaleimon needed some time to recuperate. He felt terrible for screwing up in the hunt; he'd been so out of focus he hadn't noticed any of the prey he was practically running into. Terrible shame befell him just thinking of it, but Pantaleimon pushed it from his mind. Absent-mindedly he wandered through Redhawk territory, a slight limp in his step because of the ache the kick in the side caused, but no permanent damage done.

His thoughts wandered over Peregrine, the problem that he still had found no solution to. The wolf he'd met after his conversation with Perry seemed set that maybe it was better to detach himself from Perry. Pan didn't want to leave him, though; Perry was all he had. And what about Wildfire, Raven and Nightjar? Pan loved them as he would his own pups, as did he feel loyalty towards the rest of the pack, such as Elwood, Finley and their little brood. Being here was much more than just being Perry's lover... But at the same time, Pan wasn't sure he could be here anymore if he wasn't Perry's lover. The pain of looking at Perry and Fox and their pups would be too great to bear. It already nearly was, now. And so he wandered on, indecisive as always, while he tried to ignore both the pain in his side as well as the pain in his mind.