Where Stellan's movements were powerful and strong, Sig was swift and light, easily dodging the snap of large, powerful jaws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. Even when Stellan did manage to get a good hunk of fur trapped in his maw, Stellan was careful and conscientious, making sure to only grab Sig around his neck where the layer of hair was thickest. He liked the springy way Sig pounced about, and the way his fluid movements made it look as if he had been made to slice through the lazy river. Stellan mostly did the chasing, but didn't fight back when Sig made aggressive moves of his own, latching onto Stellan's fur, growling playfully, and herding Stellan to the river bank before diving in, tempting him into the water again and again.<br/><br/>It felt good to stretch out his legs. It felt even better to have Sig there, keeping his blood pumping and his body in motion as they tumbled together among the grass. It had grown dark by the time Stellan collapsed onto the ground  with Sig standing over him in a position of victory. He shifted back into his human form and laughed, water droplets still clinging to naked body.<br/><br/>"Fuck, Sig," he chuckled, reaching up to stroke the small wolf's muzzle, running his fingers down his neck. "I haven't done anything like that in a long while. Thank you." All the tension that had been keeping his muscles bunched up and sore had melted away, leaving him feeling happy, loose, and relaxed. The grass was cool against his already chilled skin, further increasing Stellan's sense of comfort. He liked it out here. He liked the easy way Sig made him feel and how little he now cared about Eivind or Lofgren or anything at all. Stellan typically wasn't one to worry about much, but sometimes not caring became an active effort that required will and concentration. Not so much now.<br/><br/>He took the quiet moment to slip out from beneath Sig's legs, standing up and jogging back to his discarded pants. Fingers dived into the front pocket and retrieved the condom and bottle of lubricant. Stellan had saved a reserve of energy for this, the sweet opportunity to feel himself sheathed inside Sig once more. He came back to the wolf, revealing the items in his hand shamelessly.<br/><br/>"Hope I'm not misreading the situation," he said, grinning wide. "But I think we should make use of all this wonderful space we have. Whattaya think?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">x - x - x - x - x<br/>​</div>Blue had thrown himself onto his bed in a huff, wrapping the bed sheet around himself in a fit of juvenile fury. The young man found himself fuming, furious with the immature way Eivind had conducted himself during their dinner. All he had wanted, all<i>Sig</i>had wanted, was to enjoy some homemade food with a new potential friend. Maybe even more. Blue hadn't failed to notice the way Sig peppered Stellan with attention while they were together in the kitchen; nosily snooping and spying from the corner of his eye. Sig had as much said Eivind had ruined things with Daniel. How could Eivind be so selfish, so willing to sabotage things for someone who had been so patient and good for them? Were it not for Sig, Eivind would probably be dead.<br/><br/>The boy sighed, looking over to the empty space where his mate was supposed to be. He understood why Eivind was angry. Though Stellan hadn't been a part of what had happened to him, his presence was still a reminder of Blue's experience. Stellan wasn't there, he may have done something to stop it all if he was, but maybe he wouldn't have. Blue couldn't pretend to know anything about the man as Eivind hadn't given them a chance to get to know him before he stomped off. Maybe Stellan's existence reminded Eivind of the shame he felt at not being there for Blue. The young male had tried to tell Eivind before that it wasn't his fault. They didn't even know one another... how could Eivind protect someone he didn't even know existed? But that small reassurance was never enough for the wolf. Perhaps it never would be. Perhaps Eivind wouldn't be satisfied until every single wolf who hurt Blue was dead.<br/><br/>Blue didn't mind that idea so much, though he wished Eivind's passion didn't have to negatively affect Sig.<br/><br/>He sat up when he heard his mate's voice calling to him from downstairs. Blue had thought Eivind may try to ascend the spiral staircase with his gimpy leg, and it seemed he wasn't disappointed. Though Blue still wanted to rage and toss his hands up in frustration at his mate's behavior, he couldn't deny the way Eivind's request made his heart pang with yearning. Even when infuriated with the stubborn asshole, Blue loved him.<br/><br/>The boy exited the bedroom and stepped down, peering down the decorated banister to where his mate stood, leaning against the wood for support. "You're a jerk, you know that?" he laughed, unable to keep up his irate visage while looking at his pathetic, scary wolf. The steps made a pleasant clunk as he moved down, reaching out to pull Eivind to him. "Whenever Sig comes back, you're apologizing to him for being an asshole, you got me? You probably just scared away another one of his boyfriends."<br/><br/>Their movements were slow, Blue being careful to make sure Eivind got back into bed without hurting himself further. The wolf spilled out onto the mattress and Blue moved back, stripping off all his clothes before getting back into bed.<br/><br/>"I love you, Vin," he began, turning onto his side and propping up his head in his palm so he could look at his boyfriend. "But I don't find it sexy when you berate innocent wolves. Tone that shit down, okay? Save all that for the ones who deserve it."