Redhawk Caldera you turn me crazy

Pan's wishes were always simple. He just wanted a little bit of Peregrine's time. He was happy to give it, despite feeling slightly forlorn and under the weather, though he didn't know if he felt like patrolling. He had just gotten back from one and he had this juicy bone...

"How about we just hang out here for a little bit?" he proposed. "I can share my bone with you, I guess," he said sarcastically, smiling to show he was only kidding. As he spoke, he slid forward onto his stomach, cradling the treat between his broad black forepaws.

He was about to crack it in two when Pan's comment caused him to pause and look up at him. "Oh, yeah?" His tail tapped the ground. How Wildfire regarded the pale Gamma was up to her and he knew it must mean a lot to Pan. He was happy for him, even if there was the slightest twinge of possessiveness deep down inside. "That's cool, Pan-dad. Panda'd." he quipped, smirking at his own cleverness.