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

Banner found herself in a situation that was equal parts disgusting and embarassing.  Her embarassment, however, was secondary to the awful feeling of mud caked on her face, not to mention the dull taste of gritty muck on her tongue.  As soon as she felt a nose to her head, the Marauder let out a loud groan and threw herself on her side.  She sputtered and coughed, green eyes watering as she looked up at Pepper.  I'm.. ugh.. okay.. she groaned out.

After a minute she rolled back on her stomach and strugged until she was back up on all four paws.  I'm fine, she repeated quietly, more to herself than anything.  Banner now felt miserable because her thick coat was not only weighted down by the rain, but she also had a lovely layer of mud splattered on fer face, chest, and one entire side.  Good thing my fur is brown, she said to her gingery companion.  A strangled laugh later and she nodded to Pepper.  You'd better lead the way.  That would be best.