Grouse Thicket They want to be loved by you

Right?!

Immediately after setting up a silly deal with Ambrose- which he actually had no intention of fulfilling, Bruges set out for the borders he'd passed earlier, and heard his brother calling out in search of Niamh. "The devil moves quickly," He muttered to himself with a slight chuckle. It was kind of touching, how much Ambrose wanted to win the deal- but that didn't bother Bruges much. He knew that even if he didn't participate whatsoever, he'd be able to get a certain satisfaction by the end of the game if Ambrose did succeed. All it would take would be time. 

So he intercepted Niamh as she left the pack, trailing behind her for only a moment, hidden by the shrubs, and he wasn't even aware he'd made a sound to give himself away when she suddenly turned and challenged him. He laughed, and stepped smoothely out of the thicket and into view, tail swishing from side to side. "Heya, Junior," He greeted warmly. "Long time no see." He was surprised to see how she'd ended up, after more than half a year on her own- she had clawmarks across one side of her face, and had bulked up a bit. She was still leggy and almost as tall as him- but she definitely had lost some of the puppiesh softness she'd had when she'd left the pack. His eyes softened, seeing her healed injuries, hoping life hadn't been too hard on her.