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

Knaven lazily trotted a short distance behind Lionel. He followed the line of terrain to where it faded in the distance – where he knew the coast to be. It did feel peculiar to be so far from the seaside when they had grown up beside it and had experienced nothing more than what they’d experienced in their journey from Warsaw to the Teekon country.
 
When Lionel had caught sight of the stag, separate from its herd, the earth-cloaked brother pulled up and extended the space between himself and his sibling. He knew well that he would have to circle around a short ways to prevent their target from bolting and to assist in taking the beast down. They might have been fortunate enough to find one that was injured, but stags were capable of causing harm when faced with the glint of a predator’s fang.