Bloodhound Scent

The blanket of darkness hides innocent eyes, powerful allies. Powerful allies stand guard and set vigilance, musky sweat. What goes unnoticed , with a strong will forms a pattern. The groove is carved deeper into the path to follow a dear heart and bring them back to safety. Going unnoticed, untracked footsteps are sinking deeper into the night. Go hounds , go! Rest not till you find and restore our plight. The bloodhounds scurry forwards on the track of a scent crunching through the snow. Entering through a tent opening our brother is found tied up while the captors are momentarily away. Brother , wake up! ....he's in an awful state, gives a smile of recognition and relief. He looks half conscious and gives last wishes to his saviours with his hand on his love's locket. A few cuts and bruises he has but we are glad he is alive. How on earth did he survive? Suddenly, a sound is heard and everyone scurries! Approaching horses hoofs in the distance..we must move quickly. Moving quickly we gently but hurringly place our brother on a sled ,fasten him securely and steal away into the night. After several hours of travelling we stop for a rest where it is safe to revive.