Broken Antler Fen it's a sunny and relaxing holiday

Everything was cold and wet and slushy and gross, and to be honest? Alessio despised it. The boy was not used to living in luxury anymore - and hadn't been for a while - but he was certainly born into it. His father, for all of his massive, horrible, murderous faults, had cared for his children well and did everything he could to make sure they were always presentable and comfortable. It was all about appearances, and right now, Mumble had mud all over his fur. 

Papa would certainly not have approved.

"Dad! Look what Smudge found!" The call came from one of the girls - Maty - and Mumble rolled his eyes. These names kept getting worse and worse. First Mumble, and now Dad? When Alessio was hardly more than a teenager himself? The male shook his head fondly and padded toward the source of the sound.

A breathy hum left his chest in approval at Smudge's find. It wasn't really anything special, but damn if he wasn't going to encourage the girl. 

Maybe he really was a dad.