The warmth from Sig's body was familiar and comforting, the heightened heat of a werewolf's flesh. He had become so used to it now he knew touching another human again would only feel cold and unwelcome. His quaking body stilled for a brief moment as the smaller male pulled him close, hands around his shoulders, face pressed against him for a brief, frozen moment. "Okay," he whispered softly, catching the Swedish man's glance as he leaned away. "Okay, you're right. It'll be okay."<br/><br/>Flashes of Stellan came to him, Sig's brief mention that he was getting "punished" for following. Though he knew Lofgren wouldn't seriously injure one who brought strength to the pack, Blue lamented whatever pain he was being subjected to now, but Sig didn't allow him to linger on those thoughts for long.<br/><br/>"The mountains?" Blue mumbled, tilting his head to stare off in the direction of Sig's hand. "Yeah, yeah, that makes sense." He slowly stood, gathering himself, rubbing at his wet arms. If this were one of their games, Eivind would find him soon, cover him with his warm body and settle Blue's shivering bones. But that wasn't a possibility now.<br/><br/>"Thank you," Blue whispered, leaning down to give Sig a kiss at the edge of his mouth. There wasn't time for him to question the little wolf's suggestions. Stellan could only entertain Lofgren's bloodlust for so long. His fingers trailed along the length of Sig's bicep before he bounded off, running at full sprint toward the towering stones. Lofgren couldn't climb well, but Blue was surefooted and nimble fingered. Playing with his lover had made him strong.<br/><br/>Blue reached the base of a slanted bit of rock, jagged and full of cracks. Fingers felt around for purchase while he lifted his feet one by one to shove into slivers of open rock, lifting his skinny body to shimmy along the cliff face. The farther up he could go, the more difficult it would be for bulky, heavy Lofgren to reach him. Hopefully.