Shadewood Stamford is closed

Ambrose was always hungry, but that made sense since he was a very large creature and there was still no telling how well his hunt went with Towhee or Elwood. Most remarkably, the roaming shadow had let the entire event fade from his mind. He'd discovered something bizarre when he'd been hunting and while the actual events weren't that important, this discovery was immensely. The two strangers he had encountered were of the same pack — but here was the kicker. So was Niamh. Her scent was all over them. He didn't think to broach the subject with either of his hunting partners so he'd eaten (or maybe he hadn't) and said a polite farewell.

But now that he was alone, roaming through the hinterlands as if he were possessed, he knew he had to track down his sister. It was too shocking to let it go. He might've been a skilled hunter and felt quite accomplished as a tracker, but he still overshot the path he thought would lead him straight to Niamh. Ambrose came upon a deep-set forest and soon was absorbed within its cooling shadows. It wasn't long before Ambrose realized why he'd deviated — he'd somehow gone from tracking his sister to tracking his brother.

This is ridiculous, he murmurd to himself as he marched along.

There wasn't much in the forest to keep him interested, so he headed along a path that uncoiled like a snake, and soon departed the cover of the trees. It was here that he saw a startling sight, and as his pale gaze caught upon Bruges' silhouette he called out, Well speak of the devil! The hell are you doing here?

Ambrose had slipped easily in to a run and his long strides cut through the distance between himself and his brother, and upon reaching him and the little spit of river, he was grinning from ear to ear; but then he remembered what had transpired between the two of them, and for a moment his smile lost a bit of its usual shine.