Broken Antler Fen Grandpa Burkiebutt at your service.

Burke looked down at the pup before him. He was quite the big fella, all fluffy with the Rochester coat and it seemed his dots were there too, only a dark version of it. Interesting. Burke glanced over the pup and frowned when he spoke one word. The pup looked almost three months old. He could know the basics of greeting someone right.

"God you are a retard. Great," Burke mumbled under his breath, not very impressed with Sebastian's spawn right now. He always had the idea that Sebastian was a weaker link in his linage, even though recently Burke did approve more of him. "Where is your father? I need to talk to him," he questioned the pale pup, wondering if he even had the brain capacity to answer his question.