Firefly Ravine You would not believe your eyes

Bruges wasn't terribly pleased with the idea of simply mucking about for a month while his brother, he assumed, would try to win their bet- but in the end, he figured there'd be enough for him to to for 30 days until he needed to go back and see if Ambrose had been able to acheive anything whilst Bruges dodged his half of the bet completely. Find a pack and get a trade? Ridiculous. Like he wanted to settle down- but at least Ambrose had believed that he'd do it. In the meantime, he had lots of spare time on his hands, and absolutely no committiments. 

...And Bruges knew a committment when he saw one. And as soon as he caugh sight of the dark brown pup- probably four or five months old, he'd guess- playing by itself near a gorge, he knew he'd stepped into something he would likely later regret. He considered walking away- but then again, though he didn't particularly want the responsibility of taking care of a pup, he couldn't exactly walk away and let it totter over a freaking cliff. He huffed a sigh, and approached, laughing softly when he saw her snap at a firefly. 

"Y'know, if you eat enough of those, your belly will glow," He said, giving the pup a wink. He glanced about- it didn't appear as though she had an escort, which made him slightly nervous- if one showed up and he was there, they might think he had bad intentions. All he wanted to do, though, was get the darn pup further away from the edge of the gorge.