He slipped outside and hid in the ivy covering the college wall. For just a moment, the faint rustling of leaves reached Lyra's ears. Pan didn’t like the way they spoke to each other, or rather, that they didn’t speak at all; in fact, these were the first words they had exchanged all day. But he didn’t know what to do about it, and the same was true for her.
Halfway up the wall, he caught a mouse with his needle-sharp teeth, hesitated for a moment whether to eat it or not, but to the mouse's surprise, he let it go. He curled up on the thick ivy branch, enjoying all the scents, the gusts of wind, the vastness of the night around him.