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

with a general 'i guess!' cast to his features, the stag nevertheless took up his position alongside knaven. "it can't be that bad," he decided to relent, thinking of how many years it had been since his mother had even been in the teekon. "and if it is, well, we're good at finding anything we want."
on that note lionel was content and confident. soon the brief malaise dropped from him and at length he ran ahead to find an old ivoried bone, whirling back to clack it loudly in his teeth and invite knaven for a scuffle. just one wouldn't derail them, lionel thought.