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[Jedidiah]

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OOC: I'm thinking we could backdate this to before he heads to Inferni if you're okay with that. SSWM - 426       Up north, it was snowing. Everything was white and as Jedidiah had finally reached the shores of these northern coasts, he couldn't help but feel humbled, awed by the way God's hand had shaped the land. It was beautiful, from the reaches of the forests to the edge of the sea. Everything was white, pure, untainted by the greed and sins of those who dwelt in these lands. He knew that wolves and coyotes needed to feed. He knew that soon, the blood of hare and deer would mar the white snow, the red standing out in bright contrast as once, no doubt, the blood of the Lord had been bright and red upon the cross. Slowly, he shook his head of the vision and looked around, trying to get his bearings. Jedidiah had never expected to end up in a place like this. But God had made him strong and God had kept him safe so he could find Gabriel. No matter what, he had faith and that would see him through.       The touch of humans was visible more and more now. He passed through Halifax, not knowing what it was and seeing instead the broken down shops, the burnt buildings, the signs that this was an inhabited area. Perhaps no one lived in the city itself, but it was not completely abandoned. He wondered if there was a church. It would be interesting to see if anyone came there. Would Gabriel? Did he have a church in his pack lands? Perhaps not. With these thoughts in mind he went further west and north, his paws refusing to feel the cold. He had a mission to fulfil. A calling to answer. Soon, he could smell someone, a hybrid. Intrigued, Jedidiah moved closer. He was shifted, this stranger, and wore clothes. There was no pack smell on him, but instead the smell of booze clung to the air, almost making him choke.       Straightening himself, he looked right at the stranger's face. It would not be Gabriel, but perhaps he could point the way. Brother, he called out. Jedidiah was aware of the difference in size. He could tell when he was at a disadvantage. But he came in peace, with no intent to harm. I seek Gabriel, brother. Do you know where I can find him? He knew he had precious little to go on. A name, a faint description and reputation. But, the coyote reminded himself, Moses had had even less to go on.

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