Tuktu Weir I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Burke was stubborn. He was extremely stubborn. He knew that his body was at an end. But Burke rather wanted to die in the field during his job and proving for the pack than to weakly lie down in a den waiting for his end. He was not that type of wolf. A few days back, he needed help as he was stranded in the deep snow, but his stubbornness made him want to get back at it. Even though his winter fur hadn't fully come through and his walk was rather stiff, he was determined.

The elder moved through the snow with a stiff walk. His pace wasn't that quick either but that didn't bother him too much. He needed more time these days to find the mark and then remark it with his own scent. Especially the faint markings were getting not being picked up by him. One could wonder how effective his border patrol was. For Burke it meant a great deal, he felt useful when walking the borders.

The male glanced up as he sensed someone approaching. He squinted his light blue eyes and raised his docked tail. He let out a deep gruff sounding woof to let the other know that they were rather close to their borders. Unless that was their intention. Though as the other came closer he felt like he knew this wolf. He squinted his eyes once more before it popped into his head. Osprey? Osprey!! The elder stiffly stepped forward with some eagerness in his step. "Osprey!," he croaked. "Is it really you, Osprey?," he asked. He hadn't seen her in so long. His first friend out side of Black Feather.