King Elk Forest Granddad isn't doing so well

Burke's ever grim face scowled as he shot daggers at the world around him. He squinted his eyes trying to see better but things were getting blurry lately. The old man was fuming because he felt mentally alright but his body just wouldn't cooperate. His whole body was starting to decline. Burke huffed, stepping forward at a stiff pace, he liked to think he was going fast but he was going at the pace of a snail. This might be for the best as he stopped just in time before he walked into a tree.

The old man groaned. Maybe it was better that the male couldn't see so well anymore, as he wouldn't see his own reflection as well either. Burke had aged heavily since the summer. The incoming cold made his body burn more of his fats. His winter coat wasn't coming through as it did the previous years. He was turning into a skinny old man that stiffly waddled through the forest. His square tank-like body had given way to a gangly body. Burke was stubborn enough not to call for help. But he did realize that he would need to find his den to have shelter from the cold. He turned around and squinted his eyes further to try and find something familiar. His nose wasn't helping either. A low grumble in frustration came from the male's throat. Was this how he would go? His body too old to continue while his mind was still too stubborn to continue.