Redhawk Caldera AQUACULTURE

"Uhm, only boys," Pantaleimon mumbled when Tiger asked if these were Pan's first bunch of puppies. She had only ever dealt with the males, for there was nothing that Pantaleimon could teach the females: they, after all, were taught that they were above the Consorts from birth. Pan had never really known what to do with the tiny Sirens when she happened upon them, and had preferred to stay clear of them; instead giving her nurturing and love to what male puppies were entrusted to her, for they needed it.

The pups seemed to be doing well, and Tiger called out that they were naturals. Pantaleimon remained stiffly beside her, not really sure if she should say or do something.

To avoid having to talk, Pantaleimon decided to go for a quick swim. It wasn't like anyone would miss her: they were all busy learning how to swim, and Pan felt no part of this lovely moment between puppies and their parents, guardians and other loved ones. With a soft smile on her face, Pantaleimon let her body float into the deeper water, where she dove under, before crashing through the water's surface again.