Felltree Marsh Left or Right?

Banner's tail wagged too as she found herself mirroring the other female's good-natured body language.  The short Marauder slowed to a careful stop a few feet from her newfound company, only shiftng her eyes downward once or twice to ensure that she landed on somewhat solid ground.  "It was me," she answered in her low voice, the smile on her maw almost tentative as she faced the hazel-eyed female who seemed full of friendly confidence.

"I'm Banner," she offered, proud of herself for stamping down her own awkwardness for a minute to roll foward with good social grace.  Whenever she came across this familiar situation in the past, she found herself waiting on the other wolf to initiate conversation.  But, she eventually realized, that could come off as rude.  And Banner didn't want to start a meeting off on the wrong paw!  "What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?"  There, perfectly polite.  Everything was going well so far.