King Elk Forest It's a cold winter.

*SNEAKS IN*

 it hadn't been so long ago that mato and he had discussed relocation. that was before their sudden influx of new blood and before brienne's miraculous return and delight is glad that the topic had been shelved. he knew he'd been right to worrry about burke's condition (and he knew that mato would have tried to relocate anyway once he made up his mind - the morwinyon is single minded, for sure). (that's why he has delight anyway). 

delight hasn't seen the elder and so makes a point to keep his senses peeled. even in their little forest winter is sharp and cruel - burke had seemed fairly spry when they spoke last but the nénar worries. and is right to: he comes across the male near their borders, covered by snow. for a moment his heart stops, thinking the worst, but - no, moon-sharp eyes can trace the slow rise and fall of his sides as he breathes. alarmed, the nénar makes his way to burke's side, gently nosing his ribs (to confirm for himself) to rouse him. "hey," he says, "c'mon, we should probably get back to your den, yeah?"