Hushed Willows Finally, someone who speaks English.

His soft request took her off guard.  Ears flicking, she took that strange moment to pause in their stroll around the borders and scan the area with a seriousness she didn't usually possess.  Nothing was amiss - not that she'd expected anything to be out of the ordinary, really - and so she turned her stare to Stark.  I don't know what to say, she began honestly.  There's.. I don't know all that much about him.

She frowned again.  However truthful, those words seemed absolutely ridiculous when she said them aloud.  So she, the new Beta of Marauder's Keep, had invited a man she didn't actually know to live among them?  Among their small numbers, their children, their resources?  She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, before fixing her darker brother with another serious look.  The scars are his kill count, she murmured, choosing that moment to look away again.  He gave me a crane he'd killed and carried it back here for me.  Then he kept watch from the marsh while I made it back to the pack.  Banner's words were quiet enough for her brother's ears only as she recalled the first time she'd met Buchanan.  But he'd been Ghost then.

He's so controlled.  I.. she trailed off, not sure how to quite explain to Stark how she admired their new recruit's demeanor.