Felltree Marsh i was in darkness

He regarded her curiously and, perhaps for the first time in her life, Banner didn't fret under his gaze.  In fact, her legs straightened and she returned to her full height, which was still slight in comparison to his.  Her ears remained pinned back in deference to the more powerful male.  Ghost wasn't being acively dominant or threatening, but she felt the instinctual need to display some kind of docile gesture.

Her own dark brows furrowed as she took a moment to think.  "I'm not sure," she answered honestly, her low voice clear.  There were so many reasons for her to feel sorry, the most obvious in her mind that she'd been starting like a moron at the large mahogany male.  But she didn't feel sorry for him.  No, she felt some kind of strange camaraderie with him.  Keeping his distance as he did.. it was all so familiar to her.  Uncertainty flickered in her bright green eyes - she hoped he wouldn't question her further because she didn't have any answers.  Ghost wasn't exactly the wordy type, anyway.  Their entire conversation had been short, succinct sentences punctuated with one word replies and the show of body language.  It wasn't that she minded this - not at all! - but she'd grown accustomed to wolves who enjoyed being wordy.  Some of them really loved the sound of their own voice.

But not Ghost.

She smiled at him, the curve of her lips soft against her chocolate fur.  He was good company, she decided, though she had only a few minutes of interaction to come to this conclusion.