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

knaven held his ground. the wolverine, though lionel would never admit it, possessed a vein of courage that he had only ever seen in their father. it was skellige who had taught them to course and to hunt, but he was not here now. knaven was, and lionel drew strength from his brother's presence.
the animal jerked and the stagboy was at its haunch. lowing, nostrils widened as the eyes rolled terribly, the buck aimed a kick at him but stumbled from the inability to support a greater weight, staggering toward the dire vibration in knaven's throat.