Redhawk Caldera Where you wanna go

Wildfire seemed to grow sad, and for a moment Pantaleimon thought it was because of his joke. He was about ready to jump into apology-mode when he realised that Wildfire was probably just thinking about the siblings she wouldn't know if she moved away, and the nervousness departed. He smiled when Wildfire said she was sure everyone wouldn't mind calling him that, though he figured he'd leave it up to the pups themselves.

She seemed intent that everything would work out, although Pan still had doubts gnawing at the back of his mind. As for Wildfire, though, Pan was sure everything'd be fine. "Yeah," he agreed softly, deciding to focus on the positive for now instead of worry too much.

When Wildfire asked if Pan wanted to come help look for Nightjar, he shook his head. "I'm going to do some tracking, and maybe hunting." Now that it was getting colder, Pan felt his inner gamekeeper eager to keep a check on the pack's resources. "Good luck, Wildfire," he said with a soft smile, and Pantaleimon fondly nuzzled Wildfire's face, almost as if he knew it would be the last time they'd see each other for a while.