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

Knaven would have liked to agree with his sibling’s casual statement about finding what they desired. He knew that the Cairns had a way of taking what they wanted with as much ferocity as the sea, but this was only one half of who they were. The curiosity that fluttered inside of him spoke of a need to venture toward the forest that had once been their mother’s home. Even if the woodland was still coated in ash and burned beyond reason, the druid felt that it was his duty to see it and walk upon it.
 
“Finding good land is gonna be important ya know,” he decided to speak up about his thoughts on the statement. If a pack already resided in a territory that they liked, was it possible for the siblings to band together enough members to take the land by force? The idea seemed farfetched, but Knaven could not help but to toy with it in his mind for several long minutes.