Timon felt ridiculous in his snowshoes but they had proven useful and served their purpose well. By some string of luck and Tinkerbell’s brilliant craftsmanship he had successfully managed to walk on top of the snow opposed to through it as he had before. Why, he could even walk properly donning the shoes unlike the awkward waddling and hopping he had previously partaken in. The walk itself, however, had been long and uncomfortable for him. The meerkat wished he had brought a blanket or lion along with him, something warm to wear or hide in. It was not as though Kovu had used his mane for anything of much use lately anyway. What did he care if Timon borrowed it, or rather burrowed in it, for a short period?

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks.

Marco. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and stared at the man ahead busy at work. When he had heard the Mayor would be clearing the tracks he never imagined he would actually find Marcus, well, doing just that! Oturo had been impossible to catch, which was why Timon had suspected Marcus to be of little difference. What a pleasant surprise. Oddly happy to see the man, which was certainly a first, Timon decided to approach him.
“Marco!” Timon hollered, the swarm of guards which surrounded hnim having by no means intimidated him. “Didn’t think I’d see you out here. And here I thought you never left the office.”