Blue didn't like it. Sig knew that, but he was coming around to the idea. Stellan was the one who had something to say about it and Sig turned a hot look to him, angry because had that conversation over coffee and roast beef sandwiches not just happened? Blue was just as confused.<br/><br/>“I thought so too,” Sig said carefully and repressed the urge to cross his arms over his chest, listening instead to what Stellan had to say. Running wouldn't work for him. Sig was frowning again as he told Blue the circumstances of the older wolf he'd met. Lofgren had crippled a member of his pack for going against him. He could only imagine what he'd do to Stellan if he caught him.<br/><br/>“Yes, but he's<i>down three bodies</i>,” he repeated. “Who would he send? It would have to be someone capable of making you do anything and even then, would he really send capable wolves on a wild hunt when he needs them<i>here</i>?” Sig's voice was losing momentum. He really wasn't sure about anything with Lofgren. Sig himself was fast and practiced at running. He also didn't make a habit of angering someone to the point of wanting retribution. That and he knew that they'd be slower traveling as a group. It would put them at risk and Eivind was more likely to turn around for a fight than anything. To Sig, it was still their best option. Eivind and Stellan would make a formidable force, though not anything like a full blown pack was capable of.<br/><br/>Sig waited in silence when it seemed Blue had thought of something. It took him a moment to realize the young man was serious. Sig snorted.<br/><br/>“I don't much like the odds. Even with Eivind and Stellan there's a good chance someones going to end up dead. I don't know which Lofgren might be more furious at but it wouldn't be just your average tussle. He'd know what losing that sort of challenge would mean.” And Sig was fairly positive Lofgren wasn't ready to give up his throne, certainly not to the inconvenience of death.<br/><br/>“We have no element of surprise. He'll see that coming the moment he takes wind of Eivind. Even with his own wolves. With me. I didn't see him drop his guard for a single instant. He's wary of Stellan now. I know you love the cabin, Blue. Eivind will build you another but only if he's not dead. And you, Stellan. You don't think he's going to keep pushing you until you do snap? Then what? You'll end up a crippled wolf like Jamsen. Eivind has already said Sieger isn't fighting, so that leaves the four of us. We can't take on his entire pack.” Sig huffed, buried his face in the side of his arm for a moment before looking around the room in consideration.<br/><br/>“Running, I still think is the better option but it is no option without all four of us.” He glared at Stellan to drive his point home.<br/><br/>“Maybe we pick up more wolves along the way?” Sig suggested, though knew that was easier said than done with how tetchy Eivind was with strangers.