Broken Antler Fen Grandpa Burkiebutt at your service.

Ivy really didn't want to take her focus off of this strange man who wasn't her father, but Benjamin's blunt response and laughter earned him a withering glare, however brief.  The small girl snapped her light green eyes back to Not Daddy when he spoke to her.  He laid out their familial situation to her in the barest of terms and though she understood him completely, her attitude toward him hadn't changed one bit.  He was her father's father.  So what?  Her eyes narrowed and she repeated herself: Not.  Daddy.

Clearly, Ivy was unimpressed.  Before further distain could be shown to her hulk of a grandfather, more laughter reached her pale ears.  The girl huffed again as her sass level reached ridiculous proportions.  Another male came upon them.  Great.  Where were all the girls around here, anyway?  This dark brown wolf didn't say anything as he sat down, though he still looked amused at the interaction between Benjamin and the full grown male masquerading as her father.  Hm.  He didn't seem to be a threat, so Ivy took a few measured steps toward him and tilted her head.  Though a grumpy look still remained on her face, she thought she'd offer introductions in case he didn't know anyone.  Ivy, she said clearly with a nod of her head.  She swept her small maw to gesture to her otherwise occupied brother: Benjamin.

And as for the giant weirdo with them?  Not Daddy.  She finished up her succinct presentation with another sharp nod.