Redhawk Caldera Where you wanna go

Pantaleimon had noticed that Wildfire had been a busybody lately. She'd spent a lot of time away from the Caldera, and it hadn't gone unnoticed to Pan that she smelled of other wolves when she returned sometimes. Something was changing in not-so-little-anymore Widlfire's life, and while Pantaleimon knew it to be a natural thing, he was still afraid that it wouldn't be much longer until he and everyone else of the Caldera would lose Wildfire to the world. He told himself it was only natural that young departed sooner or later.

With thoughts drifting in different directions, one of them the case of Wildfire, it was through a stroke of luck and fate that Pan actually ended up running into her. Ears perked forward to look upon Wildfire, who seemed lost in thoughts as she glanced over the Caldera's territories. Pan approached, and smiled warmly though melancholically at Wildfire. "Hey, how're you doing?" Pan asked warmly, and he nudged Wildfire's cheek upon approach, before settling down in a seated position close to her.