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

fond of the sea was one thing. to be of the mayfair-cairn clan was quite another. seawolves or no, lionel was more than confident in the strengths of himself and knaven. and they would not be here alone, not for long. their kith arrived in numbers. skellige had been vague, but their mother had not been. deirdre never was.
he was happy to be away from the warsaw chain; he missed the woman dearly, but did not think of her pained heart that surrendered slowly to the press of nature, the inclination of young wolves to be off and away. "they won't care if we take one deer."