Heron Lake Plateau All in all, it was a good day.

Colt was her mate? Bruges looked surprised, but not the impressed sort of surprised- more the skeptical kind. Of course, he thought Colt was practically geriatric. Any wolf older than him was therefore old. He thought about saying something about her low standards, or the fact that there must’ve been slim pickings but thought otherwise of it. Niamh- tired as she was- looked pretty smug, which meant that she was happy. 

”Well then. Congrats to you and your- man,” He said carefully, catching his sister’s dark look. When she brought up the name Ceara it didn’t mean anything to him. It wasn’t until the awkwardness she felt showed and she insisted he’d met her that he understood who she meant. ”Oh, you mean Fire,” He said. That was the name she’d given him, anyway. He shrugged apathetically, ”Oh she probably just ran off in search of me. Couldn’t get enough,” He sneered.