Snowforest Taiga a wandering soul Traveling a well worn road

Whoever hid among the bushes did not emerge from their hiding spot, perhaps out of fear they had been caught, or startled by him as a stranger. His ocean eyes gently flicked around, examine the bushed from afar, he did not get up, but remained in his resting position. No voice called out in response, yet he called out again: “Do not be afraid, I am John, a man of peace and of God.”

Through his head ran scenarios, maybe it was a loner, looking for a meal, or someone lost…. It couldn’t be one of Heda’s, for he was too far from the western coast. 

“Come, sit with me. If you are hungry, I have food to share.”