Hushed Willows Benign

As she arrived on the scene, Banner only had eyes for him - as always.  Before she could question his apology that had come out of nowhere, the distinct tang of blood caught her attention.  Brows furrowing, her bright green gaze zeroed in on his cheek.  A cut.  She blinked rapidly and rushed forward, her concern for him blooming quickly.  Are you..? she swallowed the rest of her words.  Buchanan was not a child and she didn't want to treat him as such, but the scent of his blood bothered her and the feeling wasn't something she could verbalize.

Instead of tripping over her words, the dark-furred lady paused before him and reached up to his cheek.  She inspected the cut for an entire second before her tonge darted out to clean the injury.  Banner growled softly as she worked, the low rumble barely audible even to her.  Her eyes darted up to try and catch that silver gaze she loved so much, but he wasn't looking at her.  He was concentrated on the ground and his face.. he looked.. ashamed?  The apology he'd murmured to her moments before replayed in her mind and she drew back a few inches to look at him.

Why..?  Her voice held equal parts confusion and concern.  Perhaps if she'd noticed the magnificant owl he'd managed to kill then most of the Alpha's questions would have answered themselves.