Felltree Marsh i was in darkness

Ghost did not make to fill the comfortable silence between them with idle small talk (something he admittedly wasn't very good at), though wouldn't have even if he wasn't carrying the corpse of the crane through the muck of the marsh for her. There were no signs of any that would intercept them, no immediate scents of danger. It was not enough to encourage the assassin to relax — that was something that he rarely did — but he was satisfied that the coast was clear enough. It was probably a good thing, them being in the marsh, if only because it did not give the impression that it was frequented with too much travel. Wading through the muck was effort and posed dangers of it's own on top of it. Banner gave him a soft woof to announce that they were approaching her home, though when her steps began to slow so, too, did Ghost's. He could smell the pack's borders clearly now, even over the scent of the poignant marshland.

Banner had led him to a weeping willow, nosing apart the willow's long vines, sending a ripple through the barrier of green the trees created, directing him as to where he could set the crane's corpse down at. He moved closer before he gently placed the fowl before her, licked his jowls once and took a few steps back. For a moment he struggled once more, trying to shift through his knowledge to determine how the parting was meant to go. “I can stay here, see that you make it into your borders if you'd like.” Ghost offered after a moment of consideration. She was close to her home, and he did not sense any immediate danger. Granted, a smart beast would wait until he left her alone before attacking but she was so close to the confines of her pack that Ghost doubted such a thing would happen. He trusted that her pack would look out for her, but he would linger until she brought the crane into her borders if she wished him to. The option was her's.