Firefly Ravine You would not believe your eyes

Bruges froze when the pup startled, the movement inching her slightly closer to the gorge, which was the exact opposite of his intention. His ears turned back slightly, in an apology, for startling her. He lowered her head when she snapped a demand at him, willing to defer easily to the young girl, in hopes that he might convince her to move away from the gorge, and allow him to get her back to her pack. She didn't look as though she trusted him, but at least he had a fair amount of faith in his own appearance- of all male wolves, though Bruges was exceptionally tall, he had a clean, kind and collected countenance. 

"I'm Bruges; it's okay, kiddo- I'm not going to hurt you, or anything like that. Just don't want to see you- or anyone- getting so close to the cliff, there," He said, motioning toward the steep edge. "Heights give me the willies," He said, warmth seeping back into his voice, though he shuddered his shoulders for added effect. "What's your name?"