Hushed Willows The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

"We can head to the Watch," she said, immediately heading in that direction once it had been decided.  Banner wasn't usually one to make decisions - she wasn't really the leader type - but it made the most sense to her.  Besides, Stark had suggested it.  She shrugged and loped along, her short legs working double time to keep pace with her taller company.

Luckily Raven's Watch wasn't far off.  The wolves of Marauder's Keep were truly blessed with their location.  Not only was life among the willow trees serene (current politics notwithstanding, of course), but they were quite protected and bordered a water source.  "I hope those damn ravens keep to themselves," she muttered darkly as an afterthought, the beady eyes of the dark birds popping to the forefront of her mind.  They usually kept their distance, which was a good thing because those air rats really creeped her out.