Shimmering Sands "it's calm before the storm, winslow."

For as much trouble as the two brothers seemed to cause for each other, they were surprisingly skilled at working together.
 
Knaven was almost fearless, even when confronted with confoundingly terrifying situations. He had never had it in his mind to run from things that frightened him. Holding his ground against a wounded stag, one that was separated from its herd and the safety of numbers. It took little courage for the druid to be able to withstand its unsteady sways.
 
Lionel played his part perfectly, pushing their target toward Knaven until the earth-cloaked hunter was able to leap up and latch his fangs to the underside of the animal’s throat. The deer reared its head back and lifted the wolf from the ground. Knaven did not release his deadly hold on the animal’s throat. He pulled with all the force of his body, hoping to bring the prey to the ground where Lionel could work to end its thrashing.