Lost and Found Part II

Delaney paced back and forth in front of the blazing fire. Outside, snow fell heavily. Where was his Companion. Trolliver always returned from his afternoon frolic in the snow at sunset. This day, however, when darkness fell on The Upper Meadows, Trolliver the Fancy Lamb was no where to be found. 

There was a knock on his door. The Pillow Whimble scurried to his entrance.  He was expecting this visitor.  When he opened the door, Pax the Lion, stood before him.

 After a brief exchange, the large animal turned away from the light and bent his body into the snow-filled night.

At the garden gate, he paused long enough to tie one end of a golden rope around the finial. His footprints disappeared quickly as he disappeared over the hillock.  When he reached The Woodlands Pax checked his staff. The golden rope would soon end.

"Trolliver, Trolliver! Where are you," he called out. Only the silence of the snowfall answered. The lion trudged on, head bowed against the ever constant wind.

(to be continued from The Upper Meadows - Caelumen)