{"id":15786,"date":"2026-02-06T12:19:08","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:19:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:19:08","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:19:08","slug":"poachers-hunted-him-with-bloodhounds-until-seal-team-bravo-hit-the-ridge-at-midnight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786","title":{"rendered":"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight"},"content":{"rendered":"

The blizzard on Ironwood Ridge wasn\u2019t just weather\u2014it was a wall, swallowing sound and footprints the moment they appeared.
Former Navy SEAL Owen Walker<\/strong> pushed through it with his collar up, rifle slung, mind locked on the rendezvous point his task-force had just changed.
Twenty minutes earlier, rookie Officer Tyler Briggs<\/strong> had called with a shaky voice and a \u201cnew rally spot\u201d near the North Ridge treeline.<\/p>\n

Owen didn\u2019t like last-minute changes, especially in a storm that could hide an army.
Still, he trusted the badge and the chain of command, and he moved because people depended on him to move.
When the first suppressed shot snapped through the wind, Owen understood the call had been bait.<\/p>\n

His two teammates dropped in the snow before they could even shout, their bodies disappearing under blowing powder.
Owen spun, fired toward a muzzle flash, and felt a hot punch tear across his shoulder as he dove behind a drift.
The attackers didn\u2019t rush him\u2014they corralled him, like hunters steering an animal into a trap.<\/p>\n

A stun hit him from behind and the world folded into black.
When he came back, he was on his knees, wrists bound, rope biting into frozen skin, lashed upright to a pine like a warning sign.
Someone leaned close enough that Owen smelled pine tar and diesel, then a voice murmured, \u201cTell us what you know, or the ridge will finish the job.\u201d<\/p>\n

They left him there to freeze, confident the storm would erase their work.
Owen fought the panic the way he\u2019d learned overseas\u2014breath by breath, thought by thought\u2014refusing to give the cold his name.
His eyes kept drifting shut anyway, the wind filling his ears like an ocean.<\/p>\n

Then a low growl cut through the white noise.
An old German Shepherd burst from the trees, muzzle frosted, scar across one ear, eyes locked on Owen like recognition.
Behind the dog, a bundled figure with a rifle slogged forward, shouting, \u201cEasy\u2014easy, boy\u2014show me!\u201d<\/p>\n

The man was a retired veteran named Frank Dawson<\/strong>, and his hands shook from cold and urgency as he hacked at the ropes.
The dog\u2014Shadow<\/strong>\u2014pressed against Owen\u2019s chest, breathing warmth into him, refusing to let his head drop.
As Frank freed him, Owen rasped one warning through cracked lips: \u201cThey\u2019ll come back\u2026 and it was an inside call.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frank dragged Owen toward his cabin, using a tarp and brute stubbornness while Shadow pulled and circled, snapping at the storm like it was an enemy.
\nInside, the cabin smelled of woodsmoke and coffee grounds, and Frank moved with the automatic calm of a man who\u2019d treated injuries long before retirement.
\nHe cut away Owen\u2019s coat, packed the shoulder wound, and forced warm broth between his teeth until Owen could swallow without choking.<\/p>\n

Shadow never left Owen\u2019s side, only shifting when Frank ordered him to check the windows.
\nOwen stared at the dog\u2019s scarred ear, memory firing despite the pain, because he\u2019d seen that ear before.
\nThree years ago in Santa Cruz, Owen had pulled a trapped K9 from a collapsed hotel after an earthquake\u2014same scar, same steady eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou,\u201d Owen whispered, and Shadow\u2019s tail thumped once against the floor like a promise.
\nFrank watched the exchange, suspicious but not hostile, and finally admitted he\u2019d adopted Shadow from a rescue center that couldn\u2019t explain the dog\u2019s past.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t save him,\u201d Frank said, voice rough, \u201che saved me from being alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

When Owen stabilized, he sat up and forced the story out before fever stole clarity.
\nTyler Briggs had changed the rally point, and the ambush had been too clean\u2014angles covered, exits sealed, no wasted movement.
\n\u201cThat kid didn\u2019t just panic,\u201d Owen said, jaw tight, \u201che delivered me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frank didn\u2019t flinch at the idea of corruption; small towns taught people to measure kindness carefully.
\nBut he did flinch at one detail Owen mentioned: the smell of pine tar and turpentine on the man who\u2019d spoken over him.
\nFrank turned and opened a cabinet, pulling out an old map of the region with a finger set on one location\u2014Iron Creek Mill.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat smell comes from mill sealant,\u201d Frank said, tapping the paper.
\n\u201cThe mill\u2019s been \u2018closed\u2019 for ten years, but trucks still go in at night when the roads are bad enough nobody wants to follow.\u201d
\nShadow growled softly at the name like it was a command he understood.<\/p>\n

Owen wanted to call for help, but his standard comms were gone.
\nHe still had one option: an encrypted satellite channel he only used when things crossed into federal territory, and what he\u2019d just lived through already had.
\nHe sent a short burst to his former commander, Captain Reed Donovan, with one line: Inside betrayal. Heavy operation. Need eyes now.<\/p>\n

Then Owen and Frank moved, because waiting meant being found.
\nThey approached Iron Creek Mill from the high timber, Shadow ranging ahead, nose down, tail stiff, reading the snow like a book.
\nThe mill looked dead from the outside, but a generator\u2019s hum leaked through warped boards, steady and alive.<\/p>\n

Owen photographed everything from cover: steel traps stacked like inventory, coded transit crates, satellite uplinks, and fresh tire tracks too wide for local trucks.
\nThis wasn\u2019t simple poaching; it was logistics, money, and discipline\u2014the kind of network that fed weapons with wildlife cash.
\nIn one open container, Owen saw tranquilizer darts, shipping manifests, and a stencil that matched an international freight broker he\u2019d been briefed on years ago.<\/p>\n

Shadow froze suddenly, ears forward.
\nOwen followed the dog\u2019s gaze and spotted a figure near a side door\u2014Tyler Briggs, hood up, talking to someone inside like he belonged there.
\nOwen\u2019s blood went cold, not from the weather, but from confirmation.<\/p>\n

They pulled back fast, and the storm covered them like forgiveness that didn\u2019t mean safety.
\nBy nightfall, Owen and Frank were back at the cabin, reinforcing windows and setting crude alarms with cans and wire.
\nFrank cleaned his old .308 rifle with the calm of a man who\u2019d once been young and unafraid to die.<\/p>\n

Shadow paced, then stopped at the door and let out a warning growl that raised Owen\u2019s neck hair.
\nHeadlights washed the trees in brief sweeps, careful and controlled, then clicked off.
\nA voice called from the dark: \u201cWe know he\u2019s in there\u2014bring him out and you live.\u201d<\/p>\n

The first suppressed shot hit the cabin wall like a hammer.
\nFrank fired back once, controlled, and Owen felt his SEAL brain switch on despite the injury\u2014angles, windows, fields of fire.
\nShadow launched through a cracked door gap the moment an intruder tried to slide a fuel can under the porch.<\/p>\n

A scream tore through the storm, then a gunshot, and Shadow yelped\u2014hit, but still fighting.
\nOwen dragged himself to the side window and fired twice, dropping one attacker into the snow.
\nFrank took a round through the arm and grinned through blood anyway, muttering, \u201cNot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

The siege tightened, footsteps circling, bloodhounds barking in the distance like the storm had learned to speak.
\nOwen\u2019s shoulder throbbed and his vision tunneled, but he kept the rifle steady because Frank couldn\u2019t cover every side alone.
\nOutside, someone shouted, \u201cBurn it\u2014now!\u201d and Owen smelled fuel.<\/p>\n

Then\u2014over the ridge\u2014came a new sound: engines chewing snow.
\nSnowmobiles, multiple, fast, and disciplined, not the sloppy approach of locals.
\nOwen\u2019s radio beeped once as an encrypted code hit his backup receiver: Bravo is here.<\/p>\n

Flashbangs cracked the night open like lightning.
Operators in winter gear flooded the tree line, moving as one body, rifles snapping to targets with brutal speed.
The attackers broke, some surrendering, some running, but the woods had already been sealed.<\/p>\n

Lieutenant Mason Hail<\/strong> stepped into the cabin light and gave Owen one hard look that said everything\u2014anger, relief, respect.
\u201cCaptain Donovan sent us the second your packet hit,\u201d Mason said, then nodded at Frank\u2019s bleeding arm.
A medic\u2014Clara Hayes<\/strong>\u2014moved in, tourniquet first, words calm, hands faster than fear.<\/p>\n

Shadow limped back inside, blood on his fur, eyes still locked on Owen like he needed to confirm the job was finished.
Owen dropped to one knee and pressed his forehead to the dog\u2019s, breathing through the emotion he refused to show anyone else.
\u201cYou came back for me,\u201d he whispered, and Shadow\u2019s tail thumped weakly once.<\/p>\n

Frank was loaded onto a rescue sled, oxygen mask fogging in the cold.
Owen insisted on riding with him, ignoring his own pain until Clara finally snapped, \u201cYou bleed later\u2014help him now.\u201d
At Snowbridge Medical Center, doctors stabilized Frank, and the word survive<\/strong> landed in Owen\u2019s chest like a weight finally set down.<\/p>\n

Federal agents rolled into Ironwood Ridge within hours, because the evidence at the mill wasn\u2019t local anymore.
Tyler Briggs was arrested first, crying in the snow, claiming he\u2019d been threatened, then going silent when confronted with photos and manifests.
More arrests followed, and the mill\u2019s operation collapsed like rotten beams under real scrutiny.<\/p>\n

Shadow underwent surgery and woke groggy but alive, paw twitching as if he was still running through the storm.
Frank, bandaged and stubborn, gripped Owen\u2019s forearm and said, \u201cYou\u2019re not leaving this place empty-handed.\u201d
Owen didn\u2019t argue, because for the first time in years, the town didn\u2019t feel like exile\u2014it felt like purpose.<\/p>\n

By spring, Owen stayed in Ironwood Ridge and built a mountain K9 rescue and training program with the rangers.
Frank became the quiet instructor who never bragged, and Shadow became the dog kids ran to first, the scarred legend with gentle eyes.
Owen stopped waking up every night with his heart racing, because now when the wind howled, he wasn\u2019t alone in it.<\/p>\n

If this hit you, comment your state and share\u2014Shadow\u2019s loyalty deserves a spotlight, and we\u2019ll bring you the next story.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The blizzard on Ironwood Ridge wasn\u2019t just weather\u2014it was a wall, swallowing sound and footprints the moment they appeared.Former Navy SEAL Owen Walker pushed through it with his collar up, rifle slung, mind locked on the rendezvous point his task-force had just changed.Twenty minutes earlier, rookie Officer Tyler Briggs had called with a shaky voice […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":15787,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15786","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\nPoachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"The blizzard on Ironwood Ridge wasn\u2019t just weather\u2014it was a wall, swallowing sound and footprints the moment they appeared.Former Navy SEAL Owen Walker pushed through it with his collar up, rifle slung, mind locked on the rendezvous point his task-force had just changed.Twenty minutes earlier, rookie Officer Tyler Briggs had called with a shaky voice […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-02-06T12:19:08+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Daily life\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Daily life\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786\",\"name\":\"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-02-06T12:19:08+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7\",\"name\":\"Daily life\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Daily life\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=7\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight - Purposeful Days","og_description":"The blizzard on Ironwood Ridge wasn\u2019t just weather\u2014it was a wall, swallowing sound and footprints the moment they appeared.Former Navy SEAL Owen Walker pushed through it with his collar up, rifle slung, mind locked on the rendezvous point his task-force had just changed.Twenty minutes earlier, rookie Officer Tyler Briggs had called with a shaky voice […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-02-06T12:19:08+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Daily life","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Daily life","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786","name":"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg","datePublished":"2026-02-06T12:19:08+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/ChatGPT-Image-18_57_44-6-thg-2-2026.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=15786#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Poachers Hunted Him With Bloodhounds\u2014Until SEAL Team Bravo Hit the Ridge at Midnight"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/0798909bd6049a0fa637904efb5949f7","name":"Daily life","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/649783f78a7f7ccf455b548a38fbd731b4a456beb76aaeb2a655077f4c3ea71a?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Daily life"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=7"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15786","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15786"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15786\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15788,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15786\/revisions\/15788"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/15787"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15786"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15786"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15786"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}