Lone Star Mountain that guy's brain is a bag full of cats

The cream's innards had been squirming in surprise before Banner explained the joke and put them at ease. Immediately Menta gave a sigh, her heartrate slowing from its tachycardic pace. This had been such a restful evening that she supposed a good joke was needed to rile her up and break the stillness. The Italian gave a wide grin in response to the dark wolf's playful paws playing surrender in the air and exposed belly.

What a terrible trick, she teased, not meaning it now that she had gotten herself back under control and golden eyes back to slits as they turned their focus again to the stars. Banner went on to explain more serious matters, and Menta found herself wearing a small frown. So home life wasn't as she had been hoping for - a reunion with the family was turning out to be more dramatic than either had anticipated.

What's going on? Menta pressed gently, hoping that it would help for Banner to talk about her worries. You're always more than welcome at Ryūjin​, even if just for a rest, the cream then promised.