All that Stellan's words seemed to do were point out how he wasn't like his well respected late father, even if that wasn't his intention. As Eivind went on with his foul move Stellan wasn't above hitting one of the other wolves hot buttons and pointing out the irresponsibility of<i>just leaving</i>. It did nothing to ease the tension in the room which Sig could feel building since Eivind had rejection Stellan's hand earlier.<br/><br/>“Don't tell<i>me</i>what my mate is feeling,” Eivind growled, watching as Stellan stood up. He'd thanked Sig for the meal and Eivind imagined that he'd be heading out. The door slammed shut at his exit and Sig was frowning, shoulders slumped at how badly that had gone. Blue was scolding Eivind right after. He turned his gaze to look at Blue, irritation still there despite his mate's own anger.<br/><br/>“I'm supposed to give him an award because he wasn't<i>around </i>to hurt you?” Eivind countered. “You think he would have stepped up for you had he been there, or would he have just been another face that you remember? As far as I'm concerned all wolves from Lofgren's pack are of weak constitutions. Be mad at me if you want,” he growled stubbornly at Blue as he watched him run up the stairs. Sig jumped when the second door was slammed, still looking to Eivind. He made a noise of exasperation, opened his mouth as if he had words, but then closed it and stood up to pack up a leftover container in a hurry. He then went out after Stellan before he had a chance to rev up his bike and head off. He handed him the leftovers, a plastic fork on top, in case he hadn't gotten enough to eat.<br/><br/>“I'm sorry about him. I didn't know any of this or I would have suggested something else.” Sig brushed his hands through his hair and stood there like that for a moment, worried that this was too complicated and messy for the larger wolf to want to bother. He looked over to see Alaric pointing and then Sieger coming over, angry and scowling.<br/><br/>“We're collecting an odd assortment,” Sieger said, though some of the irritation fell away when looking to the two males that weren't really part of his pack. He introduced himself more formally even if they had a vague idea of who the other way, respecting for Stellan to do the same. It was the respectful thing to do in this situation considering he was practically a stranger in another alpha's territory but Sieger hadn't approached with aggression. There was no reason to.<br/><br/>“What did Eivind do now? I expected that I might smell blood soon,” Sieger asked the little wolf, one who he had no trouble with coming and going considering his unoffensive nature.<br/><br/>“Just being a dick like usual. Didn't know Stellan here was part of Lofgren's pack, or that Eivind was going to be more hostile than usual,” Sig explained.<br/><br/>“Yeah,” Sieger said, not surprised. He looked to Stellan again. “Well, Eivind doesn't run this territory and we've had many years of working alongside Lofgren. So long as you're not here to cause trouble, which I can see clearly you're not, you're welcome here.” If he had been a fight most certainly would have broken out and he'd be left to clean up the mess that was Eivind. He patted Sig on the shoulder on the way by, heading inside Eivind's cabin to give him what for. He couldn't be starting fights with Lofgren, or Lofgren's people any more than he already had.<br/><br/>“I've had about enough of it here if you want to head out and get some proper exercise. I told them I wasn't tending to them at all tomorrow, and I'm even less inclined to stick around. Blue is going to make Eivind's life hell, I'm sure.” Sig looked out to the forest. “A swim, perhaps. That's usually where I end up when I've had about enough of their bullshit. Maybe you have someplace you need to be, but if it's back with your pack you've made them wait long enough that a bit more time won't matter one way or another.”