Shimmering Sands kill well and often

Knaven couldn’t help but snicker at the other two’s bickering.
 
It was common enough to have one of them trying to take a dig at another. That was how it had been since they’d been young and tossed to the sea. There was something about the mean retorts that brought out their sense of familial love and bonding, or so he imagined. They never really meant the things they said, and nothing was ever done to the point that they were hellbent on never returning.
 
The druid lowered his crown and sniffed at the earth a few times before trotting a bit further inland, trailing after the scent of seal. They were strange creatures, but they’d make a suitable meal for the trio.