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Where Heda led, John followed. John could sense any of her inner turmoil, but he spoke little about it to her, as sometimes listening, and simply being there for someone did more than words could. At night, when  they paused to rest, he would keep watch, like a shepherd, and through the day, walking by Heda’s side. Sometimes, he even followed from behind. If prey was easy to find, even squirrels or rabbits, he would do his best to provide some edible substance.  

The further they traveled, the deeper they got into forested land. Yet another place he knew nothing of. But he trusted Heda, as to him, she was still his leader.

But then a stranger wolf came into view. As the wolf approached the small band, John moved to stand in front of Heda and the two girls. “We are merely travelers, and are of no threat.” He assured this stranger that they came in peace.