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

Not a word was spoken between the two before a weary voice broke the silence — a single, curious word. Immediately, Longshanks began heading in the direction it had come from and, dutifully, Oqdis followed. His steps were heavy and thunderous compared to the barely there, drifting gait of his companion. He raised his head as they came across a dark stranger, his own skull craned back as he called for this Alya.

He could sense Longshank's interest in the shadow and his words confirmed his suspicions. Oqdis couldn't deny he was also intrigued. The mysterious wolf was thin and rawboned with tendril-like fur, his countenance stony but the scars marring his legs were begging to tell their stories. What he saw was a boy, broken in both body and spirit. As he came up beside the pale dog, he added to his greeting, "are you lost, my boy?'