Felltree Marsh Left or Right?

The mud sucked her paws down again, each squelching noise causing Banner's frown to grow deeper.  She hadn't strayed far from the Keep today - for the past few days, actually.  Stark's run-down of the discord between their Alpha females had spooked her in a way she didn't expect.  She sighed and stepped up onto a more solid piece of land.  It was soggy, but all four of her paws fit and she didn't sink back into the ground.  All in all, a good move.

A lone voice sang through the air and Banner snapped her head in the direction of its source.  Her dark chocolate ears cupped forward. There was a question in the howl, one asking to meet.  She didn't recognize the voice, but that meant nothing.  The short Marauder didn't have a massive network of associates and thus rarely ran into the same wolf twice outside her own pack.  With a shrug, she lifted her maw up and howled out a response in her low, raspy voice.  A moment later she set off toward the new wolf, careful to take the path of least mud-resistance by treading on solid ground and felled trees that seemed sturdy enough to hold her weight.