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

"yeah man," lionel mumbled, not truly understanding what a righteous cause might be. but he trusted knaven to know what it was. the wolverine held the bulk of the boy's respect for that alone. the willingness to be wily, careful, and arrogant if need be. 
but never wrong. knaven had never been wrong. he'd always known his shit. 
lionel grinned at his brother, slipping into a playbow while he pranced in a tight semi-circle. "only we know what we're about anyway," the stag declared, stopping to skygaze for a long and poignant moment.