Hushed Willows oh, no, this is much worse

@Tambourine

Banner stood at the mouth of the Crook facing outward, taking in the sights of Marauder's Keep in the early morning.  No one else was awake yet - or so she'd surmised due to the light snores and stillness of her packmates - and the peace was certainly welcome.  The last few days had been a bit strange with Octavia and her son keeping to themselves, but it didn't seem to leave the pack in a dramatic uproar.  The dark brown female didn't know much and wasn't inclined to press for details.  If she needed to know, Stark would tell her.  Otherwise it just wasn't her business.

The short female drew in a soft breath and took a few steps outside, just enough for all four paws to be settled on the grassy, gentle slope at the Crook's entrance.  She wasn't quite ready to set off anywhere, but at the same time it seemed a damn shame to miss out on whatever adventures this misty morning had to offer.  Her head turned, bright green eyes looking back to where her packmates rested.  Stark was probably still sprawled out in the same spot she left him, Octavia and Tam close by.  She smiled.  It was good to see him so.. domestic.  It suited her darker brother quite well.