Sequoia Coast The summers die, One by one.

His presence did more than he would truly know. At the end of the prayer, tears poured from her delicate eyes of gold. The two sat quietly, and her body sagged against his, giving into her emotions. He gentle shushed her, like a father would to his children. He would never in life replace Caracal, and that was okay, but Heda needed someone, and he would be that friend, a brother in spirit. They stayed like this.

God led him to the RedHawks, the Island family, he reminded himself of this. Everything was in His plans, and whatever is in His will, John will follow.