Felltree Marsh i was in darkness

She watched with cautious eyes as he seemed to struggle before responding to her question.  The simple movements of his ears and eyes on would likely not have phased Banner on another wolf, but they were pronounced with him.  What were generally regarded as nervous gestures looked entirely foriegn on the tall male.  Carefully she bent at the elbows to lower her body - it was only about an inch or so, but she wanted desperately to convey that she didn't mean to harm him.  Not physically, as that prospect was pratically laughable coming from the smaller female.  But.. emotionally?  Mentally, maybe?  Or was she just making sure that she didn't harm herself?  Whatever form it took, she didn't want to be seen as a threat.

It was then she noticed the scars on his shoulder.  Oh, they looked angry and, if she didn't know any better, deceptively deliberate.  Banner's eyes lingered on him for a few seconds too long before she realized she'd been staring.  Again.  What was it about this Ghost that made her so interested?  He was so unlike the other wolves she'd come to know here, which comforted her.  The lady Marauder was also unlike the others.. she kept to herself with a few special exceptions.  Stark, her intrepid brother, knew the ins and outs of her personality and never held anything against her.  In her experience, others weren't so forgiving.

She looked back up to his face, hoping like hell she didn't offend him all her child-like gawking.  Shame flooded her, causing her face to flush below her thick, dark fur.  Banner knew what it was like to be on the other end of a stare.  She cleared her throat again.  "Good," she stated quietly, her voice oddly thick.  This marsh was no place for a wolf to live.  Especially if he were alone.  "Pack?" she asked, averting her gaze to the rough bark between her paws.