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If the Blackthorns really were anything like what Niamh and Ambrose were like, then they would be in good company but at the same time...What kind of a pack would that be? A pack full of egotistical, outspoken, opinionated and brash wolves who were rambunctious and enjoyed their uncultured sparring matches to no end. In Bruges' opinion, Niamh and Ambrose were basically the equivalent of cavemen, dragging knuckles around and swinging clubs at shadows simply because they thought it was another opponent. He loved them, of course, but they were certainly cut from a different cloth, even though they came from the same cloth factory. He and his own littermate were almost identical in spirit, the same way Ambrose and Niamh were...But he supposed his parents' skills at really parenting had been going down over the last few years, resulting in a brood of two children who were nearly feral after having had several children who were all intelligent, well-spoken and well-mannered. Of course, that wasn't necessarily the truth for Bruges and his sister- sure, they had those qualities, but they had also developed their darker, more cynical nature and their lust for everything beautiful- not to mention their vanity- which wasn't present in earlier generations.

From the way Colt talked, it sounded as though they had a lot in common when it came to living a life free of restraints or laws. An old fellow like Colt had likely spent a fair share of his many years wandering on his own, and Bruges found himself wondering if perhaps Colt hadn't been a bit like him, many years ago, when he too had been young and handsome. It was a bit unsettling to think about it- the same way no young person likes to think of the elderly still having sex, but Bruges still had some maturing to do even if he thought of himself as a highly refined specimen of the male gender. If Colt had had his days wandering as a lone wolf, he had clearly enjoyed it- but had given it up for the life of a pack wolf instead. Why he'd made that choice was beyond Bruges, who had no intentions of having any responsibilities or being tied down to anyone or anything. He didn't deal well with others having expectations for him.

”Not presently,” He said, deciding against saying that he never intended to settle down, as he figured it might come across as criticism. ”I have a sister- a littermate- who I believe is also roaming, so I may simply wander until our paths cross and see what she has for ideas.” He said. Like Niamh, he too had eventually chosen to part ways from his littermate, but it didn't mean that he didn't miss her. He considered going into more detail about what he might look for in his travels, but decided to put the topic back on Colt. He thought it might be prudent to gain a bit more insight into why and how Colt had decided to give up a life that he had clearly enjoyed for something much more rigid and formal. ”What was it that made you settle down?” He asked. Surely he hadn't given up his free life for Niamh...Though she was a wild one, she certainly couldn't fill in the void of having the whole world to explore and no jobs to do but survive.

The two had a pleasant chat, but Bruges- still the wandering playboy- couldn't be convinced that a settled life was the life for him. He had a lot in common with Colt, so he wondered vaguely if Niamh had any idea what she was getting herself into, but assumed that she would be fine as long as his wandering eye had been put to rest. Eventually, they would part ways, with Bruges departing for the wilderness he so loved.