Hushed Willows you can smell crazy on him

Her brows furrowed when a familiar whine reached her.  Stark?  Banner's bright green eyes snapped to the side where she met with what looked like a troubled Alpha male.  Stark?  Her greeting was a strange question echoing her thought from a second before.  His affection was, as always, welcome and she returned it in kind by pressing her cold nose against his shoulder.

A thousand questions bubbled up in her, most of them a variation on "are you okay"?, but she held them back.  He was still in mourning, still a father figure to a young boy who had a deceased mother, and still had a pack to lead.  The weight of the world seemed to perpetually be bearing down on his strong shoulders.  How was your day? she asked in her low voice.