Cerulean Cape don't cry for yesterday

@Caiaphas please? :D

Perhaps now wasn't the best time to leave Redhawk Caldera, what with the illness that riddled the pack. Pantaleimon had been feeling pretty decent when he left home, but was beginning to feel a shiver in his joints when he reached the ocean. Reaching the cape at one of the closest points to the Caldera (but still quite a far and risky walk, Pan realised all too well), Pantaleimon sniffed in the ocean air and he smiled as the wind whipped at his fur. Even if Ankyra Sound and Sirensong Cove were pale memories in his mind that he didn't like to revisit, Mother Sea would always hold a special place in Pantaleimon's heart. He missed her where he was now. Standing here made him feel even more a lady than he did all the time, anyway; it was as if he was no longer confused. He was female; he was a Siren.

Grey afternoon clouds cluttered the skies around him as Pantaleimon stood on the sandy shores, staring out onto the angry ocean with a soft, fond smile on his face. It was almost as if his Goddess greeted him, too, calling to him as a Siren, and Pan couldn't resist slowly walking towards the water to dip his paws in, and maybe take a swim while he was here, to feel the intensity of this feeling even stronger.