Blackfeather Woods Birthday Boy

Burke trotted through the forest, giving Melloni's entrance a mini patrol. His children were about two weeks old and naturally the pack would be excited to meet them. Now he was calculating it was about three weeks into autumn. This should be around the time he was born. Burke slowed down his trot, standing still in his moment of realization. The tank of a male reached his sixth year of life by now. Where had all the time gone. He never expected to become a father again, and now he was getting more and more lighter grey hairs not only because of those fuzzy potatoes but also because he was running a pack. His pack. 

Burke reflected back on his time at Thorn Ledge he was fighting for the spot with his brother. His dearest brother that turned into his own demon. Burke briefly wondered if Darius faired to make it on his own without him helping out running the pack. What he didn't know was that his own son Sebastian killed him. Burke thought he was still alive, also turning 6 today. The only wolves that could know about this were probably Meldresi and Akela. Maybe he had told the spiderlings too once, he didn't really remember. Would he be seen as a senior at the age of six? He hoped not. He had a lot of spirit left in him, he would grow old and more grumpy later. Now he was too busy, and besides he had plans with Meldresi to grown old and grumpy together.