Hoshor Plains Diablo

That damned bug had bitten her again, the one that begged to roam.  Still fairly fresh in her Alpha position, Banner didn't feel entirely comfortable wandering away from the pack at random, but she did trust the wolves she left behind.  Stark and Buchanan were there at the very least, and that was really the reassurance she needed.

She'd spent several minutes studying the golden grassland before her.  The direction of each wind gust became evident as the blades moved to and fro.  The swaying and swirling reminded her of stormy waters in a way.  Huh.  As her bright green gaze swept back toward the mountains she'd crossed to make it here, a large, dark wolf slowed to a trot when he came upon the area.  Banner cocked her head to the side while she studied him: he was big.  Sort of like Buchanan.  She chuckled lowly to herself, unable to help the small smile that spread across her dark brown maw.  Without much hesitation she woofed a friendly greeting to the newcomer, though she chose to stay put in case the company of anther wolf didn't suit his mood today.