Broken Antler Fen Take the long way home

Ah! There it was. Adopted. His weakhearted son took an stranger's brood under his wing. Pathetic. Then again, there could be an alternative motive. If she had been really young she could be molded in to learning this pack's ways. She seemed to have at least some work ethic and fishing skills. Burke could approve of that. "I see. Well, I guess since Sebastian's spawn already named me Grandpa Butt I can be Grandpa Butt for you too," he then commented. "If you might feel the need for one that is."

He realized that such a thing almost sounded nice. It was only because he liked that she was willing to hunt, even while the water was freezing. "We never really saw eye to eye, no," he agreed. "But he is a sentimentalist and I do know he always wanted to have a father. I am getting old and ruling my own pack isn't something that goes well with my older bones. Too much work. So I decided to join his pack instead. Perhaps with this old age I am growing sentimental too," he responded.