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

Holden had been navigating through the tangled, thorny brush, following his nose. The rest of the gang sank to the back of his mind as he became separated from them in his search for something very specific. Following the familiar herbaceous scent, he eventually came upon the blessed plant—jimson weed.

He enthusiastically tore off a few leaves, chewing them thoroughly before swallowing them down his gullet. Holden was careful not to consume too many, aware of their potency even in small doses. He had to hit the perfect balance to have the desired effect without killing himself. Once he had his fill, he made his way back to the group at a leisurely trot. The sound of a desperate howl reached his ears. It was not from anyone he recognized, but it sounded close to where the rest of his friends were. Holden picked up his pace.

As he neared them, he heard Longshanks and Oqdis speaking to someone. Slowing to a walk, he came up behind them and fixed his cloudy gaze on the dark stranger. This wolf was in bad shape—no wonder they'd stopped to talk to him. For now, he'd let the others do the talking.