King Elk Forest It's a cold winter.

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.