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

Lionel was quick to follow suit and round out their formation, taking to the opposite direction. The druid then made a motion to startle the deer into attempting to run. It seemed to work well enough. The animal reared its head back and flared its nostrils to the wind. Knaven delighted in the sight of the whites of its eyes. He loped inward and attempted to close some of the space that separated him from the deer.
 
On the other side of the deer, the golden frame of his brother could be seen closing the only escape route that the animal might have had. The deer began to swing its head defensively, but Knaven did not shy from its threats. He snarled – a guttural noise from the back of his throat. The animal started, frightened of the noise and the surrounded smell of predator.