Cerulean Cape don't cry for yesterday

Pantaleimon looked at Caiaphas' face for only a mere moment before averting his gaze in natural submission. He emerged from the waves of the ocean, almost as though a pup caught stealing food that did not belong to it; as if he had done wrong by submerging himself with the ocean, for it was only the Sirens' to enjoy. A sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed Pantaleimon as he realised that he had deserted the pack, even though he had been one of the wolves that was last to sit upon Ankyra Sound's sandy shores and wait, praying and hoping for the Queen's return or for some other stroke of luck to mar his future. Reek had been that stroke of luck, and that was what had directed him towards Redhawk Caldera, where he'd found his next stroke of luck: Peregrine.

Now riddled with guilt Pantaleimon lowered his body immediately after he emerged from the water, keeping his gaze averted by instinct and natural respect. Me. A simple word, a simple appearance, yet it held so much meaning, for she was part of the Nereides legacy, and therefore a part of much of Pantaleimon's life. A life that had been washed away so easily upon his joining the Caldera, and yet now was raised from the dead, it seemed, by the appearance of one wolf. "M-my..." Pantaleimon swallowed dryly, the water's salt drying up his tongue and scratching his already itchy and sore throat. "... Q-queen." And there Pantaleimon stood, looking defeated, body low and tail tucked between hind legs. Ready to await orders, the salvation of death, or whatever else she were to demand, even though there was no part of present-Pan that wanted to give up any of the things he had waiting at Redhawk Caldera.