Heron Lake Plateau Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica

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The steely look that Niamh gave him wasn't lost on Bruges, though it certainly didn't stir him to show any response. Responding to Niamh wouldn't have the desired effect- and he wanted her to chill out and get over herself. Of course, he had no idea what the dynamic was between the two of them, so he was oblivious to Niamh's reasoning, but had seen the look on her face before, when she'd caught him in a fairly risque moment once or twice when they'd both been younger. Bruges wasn't the sort to be ashamed of himself- shame and guilt weren't emotions he was accustomed to feeling, as his selfishness generally spoke too loudly for those ones to slip through.

He maintined a cool and calm air as his sister fumed and fumbled, eventually excusing herself and slipping past him. He squared himself up slightly as she passed and kept an eye on her as she did so, as he was used to her trying to get in one last strike as she passed him- but this time, she didn't. She seemed more interested on getting the hell out of there, and he was relieved. He didn't exactly want to have to put up with his sister being a baby, and then explain to Fire why Niamh was being such a butt. If he could avoid it, he wouldn't have told her at all that Niamh was even related to him...As that might make her feel awkward, given the way Niamh had just acted, and the way Fire had responded to Niamh's presence.

Another fellow was hot on Niamh's heels, and he was pleased to see Colt again. Unlike his sister, Colt received a small smile, and a nod of his head. He liked the look that Colt gave to Fire, though he didn't understand why Colt thought he had a right to give Fire that kind of a look. He barely caught it, but he thought he saw a bit of a smile, as though to congratulate her. He felt proud, of course- up until the moment that Colt's gaze turned to him, and it was a bit more cold than he had expected. Then again, after a moment's consideration, he understood. Colt didn't want his sister's heart to be tosed around idly, which was more or less Bruges' thing, but he gave Colt a respectul dip of his muzzle as though to acknowledge the silent threat, still feeling somewhat awkward about it.

Once Fire explained, of course, a light bulb was lit and he opened his mouth in a smile, understanding. ”Ah- Colt,” He said, watching her expression to see if she was impressed or not. ”You're a Blackthorn, then. I met him not so long ago, not too far from here.” He admitted. ”Nice fellow, a lot more relaxed than Blondie there,” He chuckled, and finally withdrew himself from Fire's side. ”But that's probably my cue to get moving. I don't know how many other big brothers you have, but I'm sure that at least they'll be happy to have you home, safe and sound.” He said. He moved forward then, to place a warm kiss on her cheek, lingering there for a moment- as though for effect- before he pulled away again, almost reluctantly. ”Another day, in our orchard,” He said warmly, and before he trotted off into the wilderness, he added:

”I promise.”