Redhawk Caldera you turn me crazy

"Yeah, that's fine, we can stay here," said Pan. He hadn't been hit by the bug that seemed to go around the pack (the other day when he was watching now-not-so-little Eljay Pantaleimon'd noticed the Blackthorn boy and his dad were hit with it too) and hopefully it would stay that way so that he could take care of the others, or maybe take a quick trip out to the ocean. It had been entirely too long.

Pantaleimon grinned at Perry's wordplay and said: "She uhm, she came up with Papa Pan." He didn't even consider that it might hit a sensitive chord with the child's biological father to talk about these things, perhaps because this was as much as Pan was probably ever going to get out of parenthood, or perhaps because it meant so much to him he wanted to share it with the wolf he loved most.

Pan bowed his front down to the ground and pawed at Perry's paws and the bone while he let out a goofy growly woof. He didn't often feel playful, but a sudden bout of it hit him (what great timing, just as the rest of the pack was under the weather).