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

“I hope you’re willing to bet your tail on that,” Knaven returned swiftly, a daring crease in the boy’s earthly features.
 
If push came to shove, he would not allow harm to come to his brother. At least, he would not allow a stranger to strike him with their fangs. The young wolf was not quite as prideful as their father had been, but he knew the weight of their names well enough. It was difficult for the yearling to cast aside the feeling of dominion that they were owed. He looked back at their path with a frown.
 
“Alright then, let’s get a deer.” This time he looked to Lionel with resolve.