Sequoia Coast sea billows roll

John had risen early that morning, up with the sun. He had found two of Heda’s children, Simeon and Dinah, the two he saved all those months ago. He approached them, sitting at Simeon’s side, facing the same way, eyes forward. He then looked to both of them, with a warm smile, and calm eyes despite their stormy ocean color. “Hello Simeon, Dinah.” He didn’t say much else. “Would you like to, perhaps, go exploring today?” John could feel a slight spark of his inner pup. Although last time he looked for young ones to play with, it earned him a bite on the neck.

But these two were different. He knew them.