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

The smug glimmer did not fade from the young wolf's gaze as he watched the reaction unfold on Lionel's face. It did not matter how many times he did it, Knaven always found joy in ruffling the stag's feathers. 

At the mention of their other siblings, Knaven turned his head to look back down the coast at where they had come from. It was likely they were only a day or so behind. Beauclair may have wandered on his own a ways. The rogue didn't think it was necessary to stop and wait. After all, they were likely to have their focus pulled and Knaven did not wish to be waiting around on the desolate beachside. 

"They'll be fine. Besides, it's been some many moons since I've seen sea rabbits," the wolf drawled. It was a softer jab than the one before, but still begged the question: how d'you expect to catch rabbits here?