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

Lionel appeared to understand what Knaven had said, but the rogue could never have been certain. The blue-eyed boy had a way of doing that; fitting in where he did not necessarily belong. Though he would never admit it, the wolverine had always envied his brother of that skill. In many ways, he did not feel as though he had to worry about Lionel. The stag would surely find a place for himself, no matter where he roamed. 

"How'd you feel about where we land? You wanna be close to the ocean? Wanna keep sniffing around to find somethin' better?"

The warmth of his gaze landed on the stag with a pointed stare.