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Bruges knew he'd struck a nerve- but it was so easy to do with Ambrose, and Niamh too; as confident as they both were, Bruges knew there was a certain amount of insecurity that lingered there too- and that Ambrose had never enjoyed growing up in his shadow. It was delightful, getting to ruffle his brother's fur a bit- but only ever to a certain extent. He knew fully well that now Ambrose was completely grown, he posed a physical threat- and Bruges wasn't interested in getting into a scrap with his bulkier brother. And he did care for Ambrose, though picking on him every now and again was too tempting to resist. 

He raised an eyebrow when Ambrose mentioned Niamh running with a pack. He'd assumed as much, and nodded briefly. "Found her own band of ruffians to run with, then," He said, with a small smirk- a mild jab at the ragtag bunch of yearlings Ambrose had tried to lead as well. He rolled his shoulders, as though to shrug off any hostility his brother might have gleaned from that statement. 

Ambrose interrogated him, but any ire he implied rolled off Bruges' shoulders like water would slide off a duck's back. While his younger siblings were tempermental, Bruges had a relatively even keel, and  couldn't really be bothered to be offended by anything his younger siblings said. Instead, he leaned into it a bit. "Something along those lines, yes" He admitted. "Have you found anything worth sticking around here for?" He asked. Naturally, if his brother managed to find it, Bruges would want it- simply because taking anything from Ambrose was fiendishly simple and entertaining.