Hushed Willows Living like we're renegades

Banner trotted along happily, her disposition strangely sunny.  It didn't matter how comfortable she was here at the Keep because strong feelings in any direction were, for her, odd.  She'd spent so much time trying to keep herself calm and, wonderfully enough, it had worked.  Gone were her worries about where her next meal would come from and her fears of constant danger.  Her siblings were here and she'd gained a few friends - how could she not feel joyful?

In her earlier wanderings, Banner had come across two bright blue feathers below one of the many willow trees here in Marauder's Keep.  She'd searched for an injured bird nearby.  Were two feathers too many to lose?  Admittedly, she knew nothing about birds.  Wasn't even the biggest fan of them.  Their little shifty eyes were kind of creepy.  But she'd gently picked up the bright pair of feathers and held her delicate cargo in between her jaws as she carried on.

Her bright green eyes widened a bit when she saw someone else just ahead - a male larger than she with a darker coat of fur.  His scent was familiar (as was true for the scents of all wolves of the Keep), but her track record with names was absolutely awful.  Banner woofed a greeting in her low voice, her trot slowing until she stood a respectable distance from the other wolf.