Broken Antler Fen Grandpa Burkiebutt at your service.

Burke watched the indifferent pup. He didn't seem too distressed that his father was gone in the first place. Curious. Burke was just getting grumpier from the pup and his indifference. On top of that, while he was sitting down, the pup decided to jump in his tail. Jump might be an exaggeration, he placed his paw on it. Burke groaned. "Can you not?," he returned. Then when he turned his face to a sound there was another plop. This one had his markings though lighter, like the printer was out of ink.

She also seemed far more accusing, somehow that was more to Burke's liking. She was kind of like him! He tipped his head as her voice told her that he wasn't her father. "No, I am not. I am however your Grandfather. I am the father of your father. Your Grandpa," he spoke to her and then also glanced at the other tan pup.