Sea Lion Shores the preacher in a t-shirt told me i could be a leader

John kept his nose low, hastily tracking the Dinah’s scent. And her footprints, those helped too. As he got closer, he used his ears, moving them in all directions until he picked up the sound of sobbing. His heart ached at the sound of it. — He rounded the corner of a large pile of rocks, then he found her small, furry form. Eyes covered by her dainty paws.

He stuck his head toward the crevice, as he could not fit in it. “Dinah,” he soothed, and lifted his paw, motioning her into a hug. “come here.”Everything is okay. Your perfectly safe.”

Dinah was not his daughter, nor his sister, or even a cousin, but he felt close to her, and Simeon. He hoped that perhaps he could bring sweet Dinah some comfort, and reassurance.