Redhawk Caldera AQUACULTURE

It was almost a relief that the pups didn't choose Pantaleimon; she wouldn't really know what to do with them, anyway. Pan stared at the pups as they all ran around and found partners, and shared a self-conscious glance with Tiger, despite not minding not being picked. Tiger, however, should have been picked over Elwood; it only made sense, to Pan. Pan decided not to voice this opinion, though, knowing the wolves here likely thought different. It was weird, to Pantaleimon, to see pups raised as equals. With a note of bitterness Pan thought back to her own childhood, and to the wolf she might have been had she been born in a pack like this, rather than Sirensong Cove, where she would never be more than a lowly Consort because she was a male.

While thinking of this, Pantaleimon stared blankly ahead with a light frown on her face, lost in thoughts and daydreams of what could've been while the pups happily prepared for their first swim.