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Pantaleimon's attention was swiftly drawn back to Wildfire as she grew sad again, her earlier determination melting like an icecap in the sun at the thought of her siblings-to-be. "Oh hun," Pan muttered and he reached out his nose to gingerly touch Wildfire's cheek in consolation. "It's perfectly normal to doubt. You can think about it all you want 'til you make a decision." Pan smiled reassuringly, as though to say silently that he would never look poorly on Wildfire, no matter which decision she made in the end.

Wildfire asked what was wrong, and Pan bit his lip uncertainly. "Uhm... Things are a bit weird, I... I guess, with Perry. I — I guess I just sort of expected to be uhm, more, to the upcoming pups, but..." Pan trailed off and looked away uncertainly, feeling weird and sort of guilty dumping this on Wildfire, since it concerned her father (and in a way, her, since though he had been dubbed uncle Pan, Pan had always felt like a bit of an extra parent to Wildfire, Raven and Nightjar).