Pan was more or less lost in his own world as he floated and swam about carelessly, mostly singing and staring up at the clouds. He was startled by something tugging at the waist band of his pants. The water was too deep for him to stand in, and he couldn't quite get into a position in the water where he could investigate. That was when he heard a heavily accented voice from up the river.

He looked up to see a familiar face leaning against one of the larger trees. He was surprised he hadn't even noticed the other boy when he'd arrived. "Oh!" Pan laughed heartily and swam over, until the water was shallow enough for him to walk up the bank. It was that boy from the theater with the cute, ultra-polite accent. Unfortunately, Pan's own accent had faded somewhat since he'd moved to America. He walked right up to the Wolf, whose name he couldn't quite remember at that moment. What was it? Tent, no... perhaps Tasty? Pan preffered the second guess, but as shameless as he was he wasn't about to call his captor by that one.

"Yeah, it looks as though you've got my trousers." He grinned and laughed again, turning his back to the boy and looking over his shoulder. "Would you mind?"

Pan had seen this boy before, and he'd never shyed away from getting a good look at him. He'd been to the Wolves theater the few times that he'd had anything left over to trade for something so frivelous and he'd seen him there. He'd always been curious, and now here they were face to face.

"You're with the Wolves right?" He decided it was best not to attempt a wrong name, and God forbid he be as serious and straight as that Fox guy.