Spotted Eagle Mountain just over the horizon

MEEP.

Since his soiree with Fire, Bruges had strayed from the Tuktu Hinterlands, lest she go looking for him, wanting more from him than what he was willing to give to anyone in particular. Though Bruges did have a very fine eye for quality, and aimed to surround himself with beautiful things, he did, however, also prefer quantity, or having a select few precious things in his life. Thus, when it came to women, he preferred to surround himself with many pretty women, rather than aim his admirations at just one of them. 

He'd returned, however, to the very mountainside where he had met a particularly intriguing woman not long ago, though, perhaps subconsciously trying to seek her out again. There had been something so attractive about the way she'd played hard-to-get, witholding words and pushing him to flex his prowess as a dance partner. In the end, he still wasn't entirely sure what she thought of him- but she was one wolf who was definitely worth seeing more than once. She was the sort of wolf he could keep around for some time. 

So imagine his pleasure- and soon thereafter, his confusion- upon seeing her prowling in the darkness, only to have an exact replica of her stepping in tandem at her side. He blinked as he watched the two females move, trying to tell himself that this couldn't be her- but everything, from her physique, to the texture and quality of their pelts, to the flashy blue of their eyes and even the little nick in their ear- everything was identical to the woman he'd met before...And to each other. One of those beautiful women had to be her twin, and one of them had to be her...But which one was it?

The tricky part, then, was to choose which one he should act familiar with. So, watching their facial expressions carefully, he approached with a familiar, friendly air, and a beguiling smile on his features. He knew for sure that one of them would give their identity away by telltale facial signs of recognition.