<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind watched him with an unamused expression as Blue went to leave the cave. His passive aggressive comment went ignored, and Eivind set about getting things in order that he'd need to. Eivind already got it in his head that they'd be leaving in the morning, and that was exactly what he set out to do. He left with the knife, walking right past Blue, to gather some further things that he would need. He had a lot to construct that night.<br/>
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Eivind made the wheels out of wood, and as large as he could manage with only the knife they'd brought. He carved a head collar for himself out of wood, making it smooth and using a rock to sand it smooth. It was wide, but it would distribute most of the cart to his shoulders, for pulling. He didn't care to hook himself up like a common beast of burden any more than Blue wanted him to, but in this case his pride didn't have a place. He worked into the night, trying to fashion together a surcingle that he made from vines he's braided into usable rope. He set aside two more smooth branches to function as the cart attachment, the as a sulky.<br/>
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Blue went to sleep before he did, and Eivind curled up beside him regardless if they were speaking to one another or not. In the morning, he took the cot outside to put it all together. He broke it back down, and use a big portion of it to give back support, because it would be titled when Eivind lifted the front of it. None of it was ideal, and it's construction looked like a shit show, but it was functional. He pulled it along for a test run just to be safe, and when finished Eivind attached the surcingle and harness so that all he'd have to do was step into it. Next, he went back into the cave to retrieve Blue.<br/>
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“Let's go,” Eivind told him, unwilling to accept anything else. He packed away the remains of their things, and said his farewells to the cave. At least they didn't have to carry anything, and he'd let Blue start off walking until he got tired of that. Eivind knew he'd only be able to get so far at the pace Eivind was pushing him, and he'd have to let him help. The cart set up wasn't the most comfortable thing, but it rolled, and that was all Eivind needed it to do. His shoulders would be bruised by the time the got them back, but it didn't matter.<br/>
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Crossing the river had been the worst part of it. Eivind had to disassemble the cart and swim it across like a raft. He picked one of the deeper, quieter parts, though the current was still strong. They drifted some quarter mile down the river before Eivind got them properly across, but he'd accounted for that and made sure there weren't any hidden rocks he could get caught up. After that, he let Blue do what he wanted, so long as they were trucking, which forced Blue into the cart more often than not. He didn't want to admit it, but he was in more pain than he'd let out. Eivind wasn't stupid, but he used that against his mate when he was being particularly stubborn.<br/>
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Eivind did encourage him to rest when they were nearing his pack, so that Blue could walk in of his own accord, since he seemed so worried about saving face. They'd made the trip home a lot quicker than it had taken them to reach the cave, but they hadn't stopped for days on end either. They scraped by with the bare minimum, and Eivind didn't run across any more moose. Which was almost a shame, because most likely he could have used the cart to hold extra meat. When they ditched it, Eivind stayed close to Blue, but didn't offer him any support unless he asked for it. He tried to make it right up to his cabin, but Sieger was the first one on them, likely getting wind of them coming in. The same way Eivind always seemed to, he kept himself between Blue and the alpha. <br/>
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“What, is your little vacation over already?” Sieger snarled.<br/>
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“No, it's not. We won't be here long. I've just come for a few of my things, unless you intend to try and keep them from me,” Eivind told him. By that point they had gathered more interest than just Sieger. Synnove and Freyr showed up.<br/>
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“Oh shit! Eivind actually did it,” Freyr started in right away, circling around the two of them. “Tell me, Eivind. Did you hold him down, or did he finally give in and just let you? He looks like hell.” He came forward, edging too close to Blue, about the same distance as he'd chanced before, still not touching, but it was enough. Frustration compounded itself and he'd seek an outlet for it in whoever was willing to give him a fight. Freyr was asking to get his face pounded in, and with Synnove speaking to Sieger with a hand on his chest, Eivind decided he'd close the distance between him and the red head.<br/>
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To his surprise, Sig was the one who got in between the two males.<br/>
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“Holy shit, easy, you two,” he said as if it was just that simple, and went straight to Blue. Freyr had gotten one thing right; he looked like hell.</span></span>