Broken Antler Fen it's a sunny and relaxing holiday

Maty picks through the slush like she does anything else: thoughtfully, with a good amount of teenage apathy. She kicks over small branches, upturns rocks, leaves behind pockmarks in the wet mulch.
Hey, she says absently, as the sound of Smudge's footsteps grow louder. What's up? Then she notices the broken antler she has and her mouth tightens to an inquisitive oh. She whistles. Nice find. Inspecting it with all the melodrama of a trophy hunter, she says, This'll be a fine addition to our collection, if I do say so myself.
Now, if only low-effort jokes could warm her feet up.
Dad! She calls back, hands cupped around her mouth. Look what Smudge found!