Blacktail Deer Plateau Tired are your splendid soldiers

From his perch at the edge of the pond, Burr quietly watched a blue jay flitting from branch to branch, dusting snow off with deft sweeps of its wings and tail. Watching birds had become something of a catharsis for him in the days when he was mostly immobilized, and even now that he had better range of motion in his ankle, he stopped to watch them now and again. Part of him wished that he could shed his skin and simply become a bird, and live in that same carefree manner, but most of him just appreciated the tranquil beauty of a bird dancing in the trees.

After several long beats the jay flew out of sight, and with a wide yawn, Burr hauled himself to his feet. He pressed his healing ankle gingerly to the ground, gradually adding weight until he felt discomfort, then lifted it and gave it several flicks and rotations as he'd been instructed to. It was still stiff and sore when it bent to its fullest, but for the most part, it supported him. He was grateful to have had such good care for the duration of his stay that it wouldn't likely become a permanent injury.

He plodded slowly away from the edge of the pond, ears and eyes peeled for any sign of @Pema or @Easy, the two wolves most instrumental in his recovery. It was high time he showed his gratitude properly.

He's looking for Pema or Easy, but this is really open to anyone!