Hushed Willows that's nice, that's a nice sentiment

i always have time for buchanan & banner! <3!

 

Sleeping in a communal place was still a very unusual thing for Buchanan who was used to sleeping on his lonesome. Never too far away from The Officer that he wasn't within striking distance of any reckless enough to attack the elder but never too close. Not that, mind, Buchanan wanted to be all that close to The Officer. Buchanan had not needed comfort of presence through the night since he was a child and that was a habit that The Officer had quickly and painfully broke him of. He tried, at least. Each night he entered The Crook of the few wolves he knew and the others strangers, fidgeted and silently fussed, trying not to disturb his pack mates before he gave up, rose and ventured outside to sleep among the stars. That was what he knew, what he drew comfort in: the open sky. Then again, that was all Buchanan had, had after The Officer had lured him away from ...his parents he presumed. The truth was simple though: he did not remember the life he had prior to The Officer, as if it hadn't existed at all.

Never a heavy sleeper, Buchanan stirred awake at the sound of footfalls, ears erect atop his skull as he was instantly thrown into a groggy alertness. He rose, albeit with a yawn and intended only to investigate the scent trail to ensure himself that it wasn't an intruder. He recognized Banner's scent leaving The Crook, and for a moment he hesitated wondering if she sought the solace of being alone; but in the end decided to follow it. If Banner wished to be alone then he wouldn't push, and he'd respect her wishes but there was something unsettled about her patrolling the borders — for that was the direction that her scent had led him allowing him to come to the conclusion — during the cover of night by her lonesome.

He found her, easily recognized even among the shadows the dark, by scent but also by her eyes. The assassin gave a soft chuff to announce his presence, not wishing to startle her. “Mind some company, Banner?” Buchanan asked her, offering her a soft smile, though he kept distance, body low in submission, allowing her to decide if he stayed or if he left. Given her recent promotion, he wasn't sure if he should even address her so informally but he was unsure due to his honest lack of experience in being a genuine part of a pack and figured that if it was informal of him she would correct him.