Blackfeather Woods Longer days, Longer nights

The grey tank grunted lowly when he had to pull away his feet from the mud. Having a large body also meant that he had a lot of weight on him. The swampy mud banks that lay across Black Feather Woods territory made Burke even slower. It wasn't like he moved at a slug's pace, but he was considerately slower than a smaller and lighter built wolf would be. Burke was determined. He wouldn't walk around the heavy mud. He would walk straight through it. His muscles could use the work and strengthen further. Plus, he wouldn't want to be lean. In battle his bones would break like twigs instead of muscles he had now to protect his bones.

The large grey got himself on solid grounds, the two hares he carried in his mouth kept him from releasing his heat. Luckily the wolf knew he was close to BFW caches. Once reached the caches the grey wolf placed the two snacks by the other meat they gathered. His docked tail rose proudly. He was contributing well to this pack. His pink tongue hung out of his mouth to let all the heat go from his large body. Burke was an Alaskan, a Northerner, his winter coat was too thick for the winter here. He wished he could just replace it with his summer coat already. It got him grumpy.