Grouse Thicket They want to be loved by you

In her pride, Niamh had forgotten how quck her brother was- and when he lowered his body, her weight missed his shoulder entirely and instead more or less landed on his withers, but she knew this trick- he'd done it to her before, so she cleverly lifted her near foot to avoid having him strike it out from beneath her while she regained her composure. So maybe he had his uses, and she had nothing to say to that, but nodded. Perhaps there was some way he could look out for her- after all, someone without any scars certainly had to have a different way of protecting themselves that obviously worked. 

When he said the word brother, though, she suddenly remembered that Ambrose had called her and a surprised look came over her features. "Shit. I forgot- I think- and call me crazy if you want- but I think Ambrose called out for me, just before you showed up. Did you hear him?" She asked, suddenly regretting the delay. At the same time, she didn't exactly want to run off on Bruges- but she hadn't seen her littermate in too long, and wanted to go find him too. "Wanna come with me? He can't be far from here,"