The Bracken Woods tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins

Long limbs carried the wispy creature across damp earth. His wild eyes sought and clung to anything that stirred in the wild wood. Certainly, Longshanks believed that his companion would not be far behind him. They had a great deal of work to do in the new world and the dog was eager to recruit all that he could to their cause. The end was coming, and he would bring a great and fiery wrath down upon all those who had not vowed themselves accordingly. The hound was eager for this end; he had been touched, after all. The violent means to an abolition would mean so much for the limber dog. Before he should go, Longshanks wished to convert others to their cause.

Swinging his torso suddenly, the long boy turned back to search for his companion and dear trusted friend. Oqdis should not have taken too much longer to catch up to the strange creature. Then again, the limber beast should not have worried about the wolf; he was strong and pure. Breathing a deep sigh, the hound turned himself back on his directed path and set his pace at an even trot, watching the passing brush and brambles as he passed beneath towering, prickly conifers.