Lofgren had no idea where the young man had found the knife, or if he'd brought one with him. If he thought that he'd be intimidated by some silly human weapon, he was mistaken. As it were, he moved too quickly as beast for Blue to react fast enough, at least initially. His voiced threat went entirely unheeded. These forests were his own, and Blue should have stayed home, where he was safe.<br/><br/>Blue screamed when it sank in, perhaps more frightening that he had just shifted forms rather than it being something as impersonal as a wolf searching out his dinner. He was sentient, and now the human understood why. He knew what Lofgren was, or at least had the pieces to put everything together. Lofgren pressed his weight down into the struggling body beneath him, reaching to cover his mouth, not to prevent him from screaming, but rather to make him feel like his world was closing in on him.<br/><br/>Lofgren had forgotten the knife, at least until it was being embedded into the muscle along his side. It nicked the ribcage, scraping it, but otherwise bouncing of the bone. He let out a snarl in response, letting up on the pressure enough that the frantic body gained enough to make his scrambling successful. Lofgren flopped over onto his back a moment, touching his side and then pulling the knife free. It'd hurt, but that really only served to piss Lofgren off further. He'd been in his fair share of scraps, the length of fang on a werewolf matching the same sort of piercing pain, only with rendering properties behind them. He shook it off and was in pursuit once again.<br/><br/>Lofgren could smell more than just his own blood, and that made him easy to keep track of. The wound had likely opened again in the struggle, and all this only increased the excitement in the air. Lofgren was ready to be to be an end to his running. He'd played his game long enough, and had been plenty patient. He was running away from Lofgren, back the way he'd come, deeper into the forest. The other wolves could be heard again, sounding closer, but still not daring to interrupt whatever it was that was going on.<br/><br/>The knife had been discarded. Lofgren's senses were still heightened more than any human, and he could pick his way through the dark. This was his home as well. He knew where he was, and Blue had to know there was no chance of escape. That was the interesting things about humans. They still struggled so deliciously even when they knew they were so entirely outmatched. Lofgren was strong enough to hold him down, wrap his hands around his delicate neck, and end this in the time it took for him to suffocate. They had a strong self-preserving quality to them, most likely to make up for their inferior genetics.<br/><br/>When Lofgren caught up with Blue again, he grabbed his ankle, following him on the way down.<br/><br/>“Stop, I've had enough of this cat and mouse game,” he growled, his patience slipping. “Be still.” It was said in the form of a warning, slow and dangerous. All pretense fell away, and Lofgren let his true colors show through. The chase, if anything, had made him more erect than he was before. The discomfort in his side hardly seemed to bother him at all. Like a dog who'd tasted blood, he was only interested in one thing, hyper focused. It had been a long while since he'd fucked a human. It didn't seem to make a difference whether they were male or female. It was more so the act itself, and dominating one so completely that really riled him, especially someone young and attractive like Blue. Entirely too tempting to pass up.<br/><br/>Suddenly, his impatience seemed to reach it's breaking point and he couldn't get Blue's clothing off fast enough. He had to work one handed, one to wrap around him while the other tugged, ripping at fabric if it didn't just slide off. Lofgren held him close, arm drawn up around his waist, feeling him at all the points where fabric, and then skin touched his body. He fit well beneath him, or at least Lofgren thought so.