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

They made their way along the wooded slope for a short while before Lionel had stopped and drew his gaze toward Knaven with a disgusted expression. The rogue glanced toward his brother at the mention of a pack and dropped his head to sniff at the wet ground. There were wolves nearby, he could tell that much for certain. The discovery did not settle well for the two hungry brothers, but the rogue did not think that they would be beyond luck. Into the rain once more, Lionel led their charge and Knaven followed near his haunches, keeping his eyes on the lookout for any passersby.
 
The scent of deer found him too and the yearling nearly lurched forward. His stomach clenched with the hunger that it felt. “Father did say that the wolves of this area were fond of the sea,” he commented to his brother with a small shrug. Their paternal titan had done very little to prepare them for the trek they had made, but Deirdre had offered all the help she could manage before sending her pups out into the unknown. It must have been hard for them, he thought to himself.