Hushed Willows Everything special about you came out of a bottle!

Captain's sandy-blonde tail wagged sluggishly behind her as the lithe female spotted her brother. Adept though she was in greetings, she found that it had always been a tentative ordeal for her when it came to Stark. Thus, as she neared the dark wolf, she took on the stance of a concerned sibling. Her steel blue gaze watched him for any signs of future aspersions, hoping to avoid any volleys of vituperation for the time being. Sure, it wasn't at all in his nature, but she'd known many wolves who lashed out when irritated and it was clear that Banner's absence was definitely leaving an impression upon Stark. Sooner or later it would all catch up to him, and so Captain simply could not ratify when it would all add up and how. Not until she'd exchanged the first few words; transmitted perception of the breadth of his mood and, if possible, how to breach that barrier.

      She didn't say anything, as words were a futile resort in times when silence explored far beyond the confinements of sound. Anyhow, it was always strategic to wait. Often, Captain would lead others into conversations that were both monotonous and inadvertently dull due to her misjudgment for the occasion. Now was no exception - it was her turn to listen and nod. It was her turn to understand that she plainly did not understand.