Tuktu Weir woke up on the wrong side of reality

Burke was remarkably still alive. He thought he would have died by now but his body seemed sturdier than he thought he was. It might have something to do with the fact that the winds weren't as strong as they were before. Plus it helped that the pack was really coming together and taking care of him. Burke never wanted to take on any help but how could he resist a warm meal? No one could.

The male stiffly walked to the lake though he hadn't realized that he had been walking to the lake. It was frozen solid and Burke's eyes weren't that sharp anymore. He could still see but it was all getting a bit more blurry in the distance. He realized he was on the ice when his paw slipped and he stumbled down. The elder skidded over the lake with a groan. He tried to get up but that only pushed him further onto the frozen lake. Burke disliked the cold under his belly. He shivered. Thanks to a snowbank resting on the ice he managed to get to his feet. He cursed while doing so.

The elder shook out his coat and tried to see where he had to go. He was out of the territory now. The side of the forest was definitely his home. He took a deep gulp of air and gathered his courage to place his paw back on the ice. So far so good. He took a couple of hesitant steps forward before he slipped and fell again, harder this time. He yelped, echoing over the ice. The male tried to get up but slipped and stumbled again, further out of the territory and to the clear riverbank, away from the forest. Growls of frustration echoed over the ice. The male couldn't see where the ice would stop as the ground was covered in snow. But there! Not too far away there was a blob of color. A wolf? Perhaps a packmate! Burke howled to his dismay. He needed to get off this ice before he would freeze to death.