Sig saw the door swing open. He looked to Stellan in confusion, wondering what this was about. He heard Blue, and then they saw him run by. What in the hell was going on? All that registered to Sig at first is that they hadn’t counted on this in the plan, and then there was Lofgren, looking smug as he leaned against the doorframe. Not in their plan but it was obvious the alpha had intended it. To let him go so that he could track him down again. He was nodded his head impatiently. It looked like he was counting, and after about a minute he stomped off into the woods. In no hurry. Not yet on all fours.<br/><br/>Sig looked to Stellan again, stripped quickly, trying to figure out what they were going to do. What Blue was going to do. He padded off, trying to stay clear of the alpha but close enough to follow. He knew he was quick and keeping track of Blue seemed paramount when it came to aiding him. Even if he understood that put them in a little bit of danger. Stellan wouldn’t be behind him for long, of that he was certain.<br/><br/>The little wolf didn’t know the rules. That was the conclusion that Lofgren had come to, especially noting that he had followed out after a look of confusion. Maybe he thought the human had gotten away for real and didn’t realize yet some of Lofgren’s favorite games. His attention quickly diverted to Stellan, noting he was coming too. Perhaps trying to redirect the path of his confused mate. It didn’t matter. It was too late and Lofgren was feeling ornery. Amped up, and with a few minutes of time to kill because he wanted the challenge.<br/><br/>Lofgren had transformed and turned around on the pair. The little wolf skirted off to the side as usual and the alpha jumped all over his subordinate wolf. Why Stellan was being stupid he wasn’t entirely certain. He chalked it up to the fresh mating. Or he was worried the human would get away and cause them trouble, same as the other pack had been. Either way, he was feeling pissy and Stellan was a quick outlet to burn a little steam. Not at full capacity. He knew what was in his better interest, especially with the battle to come, and harming Stellan was not it.<br/><br/>Instinct screamed at Sig to throw himself into the mix. His adrenaline was high and his mind processed the danger to his mate in harsh outline. The self preservation part of himself knew Lofgren considered Stellan valuable in a way that he, as a small wolf, wasn’t. Sig had to swallow his instinct and play to his strengths, not make stupid, rash choices. Even he and Stellan together couldn’t take the alpha on and he couldn't risk blowing their cover completely to try. That put Blue at risk. He needed to imagine the bigger picture. He stood, staring at the two males tussling, letting it sink in that while it was violent, it wasn’t deathly serious. His mate would be alright.<br/><br/><i>Please, buy us some time. </i>Sig tore his gaze away.<br/><br/>It was a perfect distraction. It would give Blue some time, how much he wasn't sure, to get ahead, regroup, and it might even give Sig enough time to find him. He took off running, not hoping to follow Blue’s trail in tracking him, but instead hoping to get ahead of his path to cut him off.