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

Indeed, the man wasted no time in catching up to his pale companion. He never let Longshanks out of his sight for long, far too attached to the strange, blessed child. He saw his slight form up ahead and lengthened his strides to arrive by his side. Paws pressed in the cold ground, warm breath coming out in plumes of steam. The north was cold, bitterly so. He only hoped the boy was tolerating it as best he could; his suffering would give way to redemption in time.

As Oqdis drew up beside the dog, he exhaled as he drew his scarred muzzle along the other's own. Never in his life had he seen one such as his. He was special. To be protected at all costs. Withdrawing, the wolf then turned to scour the forest with a furrowed brow, hoping their journey would bear the sacred site they so longed for.