Grouse Thicket They want to be loved by you

And there it was. He did feel good about being able to distract her from her littermate for a bit- but she remembered the howl now, and he nodded. "He is. I was just talking to him." Bruges said. Of course, Niamh would know absolutely nothing about the deal he'd made with Ambrose, and he wasn't going to step in and spoil things for his brother...But if he could play a little bit of a mindgame with him, he would. "He's looking for you." He said, though that much was already obvious. 

She invited him to come along with him, but he shook his head quietly. "Nah- I just saw him, no need for me to spoil your reunion with him; he misses you," He said fondly. He wanted Niamh to see no trace of malign on his features, when it came to the competition between the two DeMonte males. "Go on. I'll be around- if you need anything, just call." He said, gesturing for her to go, but not before he ran his muzzle alongside hers, and nipped her ear; ensuring that Ambrose would likely catch his scent on Niamh when she went to meet him.