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A friend of Niamh's? Bruges leaned forward slightly, nose quivering- yes, this was definitely a friend of Niamh's...He could tell by the fact that the male carried a significant amount of his sister's scent, and if he squinted- he was almost sure he saw a few golden hairs intwined in the much darker strands belonging to the male's coat. Bruges' brow raised, intrigued by this fact, and he had to wonder why exactly it was that his sister was hanging around so....Closely...To someone who was basically a senior citizen. There was also a certain warmth and sincerity to his voice when he spoke about Niamh, and naturally, as her older brother, Bruges needed to know more. 

"Not necessary- I saw her not long ago, she knows I'm around. And her littermate, Ambrose, as well. I suspect he'll likely try to join the pack, if he hasn't already...Those two have always been attached at the hip," He drawled. Now- back to business. "You say you're...A friend, of Niamh's?" He asked, tone inferring that he was indeed asking more than what he was distinctly saying.