Rhys leaned against the wooden fence, simply watching. He felt an overwhelming sense of rightness at seeing the boy here, observing how he interacted with the goats. It was the same sense that he'd gotten at crucial moments of his life, when he'd made decisions that had the potential to drastically alter his path. But this, this was the strongest he'd ever felt it - a deep, abiding knowledge that things were exactly the way they were meant to be.