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The scent of his younger brother made Bruges' nostrils quiver. Ambrose was in the area, but Bruges continued along, knowing that his brother was drawing closer and closer, willing to give the impression that he hadn't noticed his brother's scent at all until he called out. He turned around, ears perked upon his handsome head, and he smiled, moving toward his brother with long, sweeping steps. He laughed, the tone of his voice as smoothe and beguiling as ever as he regarded his brother fondly. 

"Look at you, sport," He said, affection seeping into his voice as he regarded his more muscled brother. He cast a glance over his brother, taking note of his healthy form, and nodded. "You look well. Junior's around here too, eh? You bumped into her yet?" He asked, not precisely answering Ambrose's question, but hoping that his brother would understand that he was simply implying he was checking in on the two of them. He wasn't sure exactly why Ambrose had left his little group of fiends- but he wasn't going to press the matter, either. Obviously, if Ambrose was here, he wasn't with his little fledgeling pack anymore. And though part of Bruges wanted to know exactly what had gone down, he did know better than to ask- lest he risk frustrating his brother even more. The faded smile had not been missed; but Bruges still continued shamelessly to regard his brother with utmost fondness.