Dragoncrest Cliffs You are supposed to be halfway around the world by now.

>_>

Her eye twitched at the sound of thunder, irriation clearly evident on her face.  Banner knew that she should not have come out here.  Not all the way to the coast!  Oh, but she'd never been and it wasn't that far and she needed the excercise and all the other bullshit reasons she'd told herself before setting off earlier in the day.  The short female growled as she looked over the cliff and off into the sea.  Sure, it was a lovely sight, but was it really worth it?

Then the rain started.

No, this was most definitely not worth it.

She growled and frantically looked around for cover, which is what she should have done without a second thought when the thunder started.  There were a surprising amount of trees around, though most of them jutted out from the cliff at odd angles.  That wouldn't do her any good - she'd be more likely to accidentally tumble into the sea and meet a tragic (and depressingly lonely) death.  Banner started moving parallel to the cliff as soon as she felt the rain seep through her thick chocolate coat and start to saturate her skin.  Well, this was going to be an unnecessarily long day.  She shouldn't have wandered from Marauder's Keep.  It was safe there, though the tension among the pack's leaders was still palpable and awkward as hell for her to be around.  Why couldn't they just work out their differences already?  Everything seemed pretty cut and dry to her about the whole situation - just a misunderstanding.  Talk about it like adults and get on with life.

But things weren't that simple.  She sighed and spotted an upright tree a fair distance from the cliff's edge.  Perfect.  Well, except for that miserable-looking ginger-y wolf moping underneath.  Ugh, but she needed to get out of this weather.  If the other wolf didn't want her around, she'd just leave.  Banner shrugged and dashed over to the pine tree, offering the female beneath a polite woof in greeting.