The Sentinels mother earth and father time

and all suddenly, knaven was with him. his senses steadied with the nudge of his brother; he easily took a hunting trot and pincered the other sunkissed in a swift and honed gambit.
pretty boy with a sour face. had he been someone known, lionel might have made a quip about the other's muzzle and its length. but he was not a friend; he was the first stranger the mayfair had actively encountered.
flanked by knaven, the stag was emboldened, but also suffused with the natural inclination of a sibling to impress. "you're not very present, are you," he remarked of the stranger, stepping directly into the other's path.