King Elk Forest Entrañable y Lamentable

Burke raised his hackles and tried to look intimidating towards the other. Though it wasn't really necessary as the other froze on the spot. Burke's pale blue eyes fell into those white pale eyes. A frown of recognition. He only knew one wolf that sported such a dark coat with pale-colored eyes. His eyes roamed over the stranger's body for scars he could recognize. There. On his nose. Damien. It was him.

The new king had fallen himself. Burke squinted his eyes. For a moment, he thought to kill the frozen and pathetic creature that stood before him. He would have his revenge for Damien's betrayal but taking him in such a pathetic state made Burke revise his plan. His bones were old and he couldn't get himself to go through all the effort it would take. He had a better life after Blackfeather. Peaceful.

"Damien, I didn't recognize you," he stated, keeping his head lifted, light falling on his own face. His docked tail rose. Burke was nothing compared to how he looked in his glory days. The male had aged. His dots had mixed with his white muzzle because of the added grey hairs. He wasn't nice in his coat with puffs of fur hanging loose and much of his muscle mass had degraded.