Felltree Marsh i was in darkness

Her brows drew together when he regarded her with a cold gaze.  If if were anyone else, Banner would have thought his mannerims gave him away as nervous - licking his chops, slicked back ears, staring - but this male didn't have that air about him.  It was as though he carried on with what he was supposed to do, what was expected from any average wolf in his situation.  Practiced, even?  Ah, but he could just be that calm and collected. 

Ghost was his name.  Her lips drew back in a soft smile.  Names weren't her forte.  Faces, other other hand, she tended not to forget.  But a name like Ghost?  That was different.  Wovles around here seemed to call themselves all manner of things.  Her own name wasn't one in the traditional sense, but it was what she was given.  She'd never known otherwise.  Banner looked down again and suddenly felt confined by the mud sucking her paws under.  With a quiet sigh, she reached her right front paw up to a conventiently placed felled tree.  She tested it first by applying pressure - yes, this would do.  The trunk wasn't too rotted out yet and looked just wide enough to support her weight.  One shrug later and she hopped up, even managing to stick a graceful landing on all fours!  What a day.

The Marauder carefully placed one muddied paw in front of the other and moved forward again, following the ever-narrowing path of the toppled tree.  She stopped after a few feet and looked from the crane to Ghost, her expression softening a bit when she remembered that he didn't appreciate her closeness.  Her head dropped, ears pinning back against her skull in a non-verbal apology.  She'd forgotten herself for a minute there.  "Do.. do you live here?" she asked quietly, realizing after she voiced her question that he likely wasn't going to answer.  He didn't even want to be near her!  Her dark chocolate features fell into a frown.