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

knaven was the brains. lionel the DPS to the wolverine's tanking ability, or so he might have thought with that lexicon. in wolftongue, it meant that the golden brother was attuned to the feral inclination of his sibling; as knaven began to circle, lionel dropped his own gait in the opposite direction, pincering around.
he stood upon a bluff, and the head of the injured animal came up, scenting the air for the reek of predator. wide eyes alighted upon the hunter, and then the limping struggle of the gait began. 
lionel began to roil across the land, a sunstorm hungering for flesh.