Firefly Ravine You would not believe your eyes

Idly, the girl settled on a name for the canyon, one that suited it fairly well even though it was a titch on the morbid side. Obviously this girl was more the sort of...Rough around the edges kind. The kind that Bruges would likely have no interest in, when she matured. This was the kind of pup that took effort to please, and she'd likely grow up into an adult woman who was just as hard- if not harder- to please than she already was. High maintenance, high risk. He chuckled, and nodded. "Good name." He admitted. 

She didn't seem too interested in him, though, and there was only so much Bruges could tolerate when it came to having conversations with wolves who weren't curious about him. "Well, kiddo, I'm probably gonna hit the dusty trail. You make sure you get home safe now, eh?" He asked, assuming that she'd manage fine on her own. She wasn't his responsibility, and Bruges wasn't about to go escorting puppies home unless it could do him some good in return.