Shadewood Stamford is closed

And there it was- what Ambrose said was enough for Bruges to know that he'd definitely messed his younger brother's flow up when he'd left Red Rock. He relished the fact that it had been so easy for him to waltz in and throw a metaphorical stick in the spokes of Ambrose's perfect plan of leading a pack. He'd foiled the group, and had gotten the girl- ith hardly any effort. And now, all Ambrose wanted him to do was join a pack and get some stupidly simple trade? Bruges could handle plants and babies- but there was no way Ambrose could infiltrate a pack and score a girl. 

Nevertheless, he was willing to take the bet. Or, in the very least- he was willing to make Ambrose try. He gave his brother a coy smile, sauntered forward and held out one of his svelte black paws. Staring his brother in the eye, he nodded. "Deal."