Meadowlark Prairie Faced with the past

@Damien !!!!

Burke had been walking towards the borders each day now. He would just peek into the distance of Black Feather and then walk pack to the safety of the rendezvous site that was in the middle of the territory. He felt a bit like a coward hiding here but he had Malice to think about. She didn't want to lose him. However, today Burke was feeling bolder. He was still old, and wouldn't roam too far from the Caldera. He knew he wouldn't survive.

With his creaking walk he stepped over the border and towards the meadow, he once saw as BFW hunting grounds. He knew the paths on the other side of the large plains. This side was more unfamiliar to him. Burke raised his docked tail to boost his own confidence. Once he was half a mile on the meadow the male felt worn. He cursed this elderly body and stopped by a small creek, a very small stream. Perhaps, this was how far he would go. He had his thrill.