Lofgrin's expression hardly changed when the young man came to, perhaps startled and surprised. Disrespectful, but the alpha male's eyes only narrowed fractionally. Those who knew Lofgren knew how to read these subtle cues, as he was prone to volatile outbursts. Of course, this human who was so very much a stranger to him wouldn't understand. He'd apologized soon after, but it wasn't nearly appeasing enough for the alpha's taste.<br/><br/>“You didn't hear the gun shot?” Lofgren question, his voice a deep baritone. His brows furrowed together. He shrugged. “You were in a bad way. I heard the commotion, fired the shot in the air, and the wolf ran.” The young man described it, said nothing about it being something impossible, but he did remember it's eyes. All werewolves eyes were close to the same color, varying from golds to yellows. Different from Lofgren's eyes when he took the form of a man, dark brown now instead of the yellow they were before.<br/><br/>“I brought you back here. You're far out. Too far. You know you shouldn't be here, right?” Lofgren went on. “Did you get lost?” he wondered. The young man hadn't seemed lost, or at least not in a panic until he'd realized he was being hunted by a predator. Maybe just brave then. Too curious, and too nosy for his own good. He didn't have the same respect a lot of people did that kept them at a distance. A lack of fear, and Lofgren found that trait undesirable in humans. He'd be sure to fix that, even if he didn't plan on letting the young man go. For now though, he let him have that sense of safety.<br/><br/>“My name is Lofgren,” he offered, then the cup of water. He could still tell he was nervous, either shaken from the attack, or finding himself in an unknown shack with a stranger. Maybe a combination of both. Lofgren was trying to stay even and under control, but it wasn't an easy task for him. He knew that would break at some point, and the facade would be over, something he couldn't return to. For now he was trying to get a feel for the young man. With it seemingly on friendly terms, maybe he would offer some information himself.<br/><br/>“Did you get separated from someone?” he probed, wanting to know if people would come looking for him. If that was the case, he would have to cut his time with the young man short. If no one knew his whereabouts, their game could be extended until the alpha tired of it.<br/><br/>“Can I see?” Lofgren requested, motioning to his bandaged shoulder, but instead of waiting for a response, he jerked him forward into compliance. Not aggressively, but rather someone that came across as pushy, maybe not knowing his own strength. He stood to tower over the young man as he peeled the bandage back, making him lean over his own legs in the bed. Blood had congealed, but the skin was angry and swollen. Hot to the touch. Lofgren's nostrils flared, taking in the heady scent, torn between wanting to cover the young man further with his body or sink his teeth into him again. He settled for something in between, arching to bring his mouth closer, to run his tongue along the line of teeth marks he'd left, tasting the metallic tinge of blood. He'd acted before he'd thought, not taking into account this wasn't a standard human interaction.