Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

A month had more or less passed by, so Bruges began to haunt the Hinterlands, curious to see if his brother had had any success in joining the pack and succeeding beyond Niamh. Naturally, he wasn’t going to waste too much time getting involved with his little brother’s life- what Ambrose did was of little concern to him- unless he could make his brother prickle or lose his cool. That, he did for fun.

So he wasn’t surprised to see another packmate in the area, chowing down on apples. This wasn’t a novelty for Bruges, who had dabbled with apples and other edibles before in his life. He was tickled, though, to see such a pretty girl indulging- and all by herself. If nothing else, this was the perfect opportunity to get under his brother’s skin. 

He approached, a certain fluid grace to his swarthy step, and he nodded his head in a greeting, regarding her with and amused, allured grin. ”Those certainly look good...Mind if I join you?”