"That's a good boy, come on now!" Berkley cheered at his son as he drew on the cigar heavily, growling deep and dark in his chest at the bunny son he had with him. Caleb was 23, but he was already as big as Berk had been at that age, and he was still growing every day. He loved his son, with all of his heart, and had been more than happy to help him grow into a big, powerful, burly bunny of a man. They were close as could be, some would say too close, but neither minded too much. They were happy as father and son, even if Berkley was now 52 and fully grey in the beard.

"Man, you're still bigger than me, Dad," Caleb growled around his own cigar, trying to imitate his Dad with a boost of confidence in his body. The ears he had were supposed to be more stiff and straight, like his mother's had been, but Caleb had pierced them over the last few years, making them too heavy to stand up at all. They flopped lazily and heavily, but Caleb loved the feel. It made him look tough.

"Don't worry, son," Berk reminded his boy, "One day you'll be bigger than me."

"Really?" Caleb asked with surprise and shock.

"Yes, and I look forward to it, son. Now keep flexing!" Berk growled around his cigar even more.





Christmas present for my bunny son  Bearly_Bunny featuring artwork by  Wolfthings and if you haven't been amazed by anything he's drawn me yet, you must really check him out.