Hushed Willows oh, it's definitely the end times

omg it's my hundo post ._.

"Mhm", she agreed in the way that some do when having weather-related conversations.  If nothing else, it was always an easy subject to fall back on.  There wasn't usually much to these conversations unless fire happened to be raining from the sky, but Banner assumed that she wouldn't be sitting around engaging in idle chit-chat if the end of days were truly upon them.

Surprisingly, his question didn't make her feel awkward.  She wasn't upset that Mordecai didn't instantly know her - they'd never spoken before.  Hell, she had a hard enough time with names and had only remembered his because she'd specifically asked Stark about him.  With tensions high among the leadership in the past couple of weeks, the chocolate female opted to spend most of her time roaming territories outside the Keep.  It kept her busy and away from potentially uncomfortable social situations.  Both were very good things.

Her front paws moved as her weight shifted to one side.  "I think it's been a couple of months now," she began, her brows furrowing as she struggled to remember exactly how long she'd been a Marauder.  "Not under this tree, though."  A low chuckle escaped her maw.  "I'm Banner."