He followed the sound to its source—a baby boy lying under a pine tree, unclothed and uncared for in the wilderness, where an obviously helpless parent had abandoned him. Perhaps an unwed mother or perhaps, a weak father; who would know?
Rudra picked up the baby, wrapped securely in a tiny napkin like a family heirloom, and held him tightly to His chest.He girded his loins to resume His journey with His new treasure.
Slowly, but much more surely, He started walking to the mountains, once again.
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