he hears mato behind him distantly and stiffens slightly, feeling a wave of anxiety at the thought of the morwinyon arriving only to find his grandfather dead in the snow. but burke responds to his nudging, lifting himself up - delight's heart breaks as the elder collapses forward again, asking for help. "gotcha, hey," the nénar says, voice firm, moving to help lift him up from under his chest. he glances at mato expectantly, indicating for the other to take burke's other side so they can guide him up and out of the deep snow.
Burke groaned as he was helped up to his feet again. His grandson and Delight were helping him. The elder let out a soft huff as he got back on his feet. His limbs were very stiff from the cold, and if he didn't have his support he would topple over again. The elder couldn't help but continuously shiver as the cold took over his body. At least he was standing now. The air was almost warm compared to the cold snow. Burke blinked, though he wasn't out of the snowbank yet.
He shakily put one paw forward, though it was tough to feel where the snow would stop. He almost tumbled over again, but he found his footing. With having two wolves on each side he was stable enough to walk forward while taking warmth from them. Burke was panting harshly once he climbed out of the bank. He was tired. He wished to sit down and planted his butt down. His eyes starting to droop. "Tired," he mumbled.
with mato's help they're able to maneuver burke out of the deepest part of the snow, but delight's still miserable about the situation, especially when burke sits back down again. he shares a look with the silvery prince, then nudges burke, not very gently. "you can sleep when we get back to your den, alright?" which, actually, thank elk mato's here, because the nénar doesn't know where his den even is. "c'mon, not much more now," he murmurs, hoping to urge the elder to his feet so they can make their way to the den with mato guiding them.