Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

He watched closely as she approached, setting the fish down holding it as if she was keeping it still under her paw.

She declared her stance, friend, although still unsure of the stranger, he relaxed his stance. 

She asked in return who he was, “I am John.” He replied, “And this is Boris. We are on our way, journeying to the western coast. I am searching for family who has been lost.”