Broken Antler Fen Grandpa Burkiebutt at your service.

Indignant at her naptime being interrupted, Ivy remained still while the big grumpy male and her brother had their little exchange at the mouth of the family's den.  The tiny girl wanted to huff and puff at the unnecessary noise both of them were making, but she held it inside, opting instead to listen and watch with one green eye cracked open.  She thought it rather rude that the stranger poked his head inside their home without invitation.  Most other wolves in the pack gave them plenty of space and only came closer when invited by Sebastian or Pearl.  Not that her mother and father were unfriendly wolves who kept their children hidden away - the foursome were a little too adorable for that.

Well, Ivy thought she was pretty cute, anyway.

When her brother stepped outside into the cold with the darker stranger, Ivy frowned and stood up.  She eyed her other siblings, peaceful and still somehow asleep, before rolling her eyes and stalking outside.  She watched Benjamin approach the massive male and bat at something near his butt.  Her pale features twisted into a look of disgust before settling back into something more stern.  Ignoring her tan brother's antics for now, she stomped through the chilly snow as best she could until she was right up next to the wolf who looked like her father.  How could he look so much like Sebastian and not actually be him?  The tiny girl let out a huff better suited for someone twice her size.  Not Daddy! she exlaimed in an accusatory tone.  Later in life that'd translate to "who the hell are you?", but her vocabulary wasn't that colorful yet.