Harlyn felt dazed as she woke within the Crook. Glazed as her eyes were, she blinked at her surroundings and sought to know the shapes within the dark and to whom they belonged. For the moment, the place was empty, and it compelled the dusky woman to pull herself painstakingly to her paws and emerge into the bright sunlight - a feat she had not managed for many days.
Terrible hurt echoed throughout the alpha's body as she strode, but even as she sat upon her haunches and slid to her belly in the Summer sunlight, she grimaced in effort not to show it. It seemed as though months had passed since her run-in with the wolverine and the chaotic escalation that had followed. Much of her time had been spent healing, and even now she recognized the limp thing at the end of her arm as a poison to her being that likely needed to be removed. But for the moment, she was quiet upon the landscape, her mind sweeping across all that had occured and painstakingly considering each different path down which her road now diverged.
The sunlight had long burned off any remaining fog of the earlier morning hours and Banner was pleased that the day hadn't taken an oppressively hot turn. The short female was not a lover of the heat and humidity Summer often brought and she'd be damned if she didn't take advantage. Of course, her day hadn't been mapped out with activities, so she'd settled on a stroll among the willows and decided to stop back near the Crook to see if there were any goings-on of note.
It was probably a good thing that nothing happening. Things were a bit.. strange lately. She didn't need to enter the Crook to know that it was empty - her nose did most of the work there and the relative quiet eased her into an educated guess. Each of the Marauders probably had something to do today, even if it was just stretching their legs and enjoying a ovely day.
Banner was about to head back in the direction she came, but she'd spotted Harlyn, the Alpha she didn't know quite as well. Her head dropped, followed by her lightly wagging tail. The chocolate female approached her Alpha with a gentle smile. "Hello," she greeted in her low voice. "Is there anything I can get you..?" Harlyn's injury hadn't escaped her notice. Octavia's sudden vacation with Tam hadn't, either.
The dark son had agonized over this. Nothing was going as well as he would like. His brother's absence hurt him. His mother's injury really worried him. The pack around him did not feel like home. Silas fretted in solitude most days and tried to hone his hunting skills to the best of his capabilities so that he could maybe help his mother feel better. He knew his father was often out looking for Pippin, or doing a lot of the same things that Silas tried to do. So far, nothing had really turned up -- as far as he knew, anyway, and they were stuck in this weird fog of despair.
Today, he had only caught a little light furred mouse, but he wanted to offer it to his mom while it was still reasonably fresh first. If she didn't want it, he'd go down the line of wolves he cared about to try to pawn his catch off on someone. It was the very least he could do. So, he slinked towards where he thought she would be on the trail of the only-vaguely-familiar Banner. Ever since things had gone sour (after a bit of an upswing for him personally), he'd failed to really get to know the fellows of the Keep more than before. He kept a very small bubble of what concerned him because that alone was already overwhelming.
He was quiet and lurked in on the heels of her question. He nodded as if to second it, although did not work to draw unnecessary attention to himself out of respect for Banner.. who could probably do more than him anyway.