Broken Antler Fen Grandpa Burkiebutt at your service.

He spluttered the snow out of his mouth as he wiggled his butt back up. Stumbling through the snow, he did not go far, making sure to stay near the den and the old man who was still here. Now that Benjamin looked a bit closer, he saw that this man looked a lot like his dad - except for one teensy tiny thing. Father had a tail - one that was amazing to play with, if one would ask Ben - but this old man did not carry with him a sweeper. With brows furrowed, he looked at his own butt and waggled his tail, and then looked back at that of the other. Strange, very strange.

Nope. He answered, still a bit dazzled. He then walked up to the man - particularly his bum that Benjamin found oh-so intriguing. He placed one, big paw on the stump that was left, bowing his front closer to the snow so that his belly got all cold. He tapped it softly, and did not much more.