The tears stopped when Eivind looked at him and spoke, firmly and without apology. Blue tilted his head curiously, still clutching at his side but for a small moment the pain was forgotten. The way Eivind spoke to him was unusual, for lack of a better term. Why would Eivind care if Blue begged at another wolf's feet? Every other wolf he had encountered had encouraged such submissive behavior, but Eivind appeared to be actively upset by it. The wolf's dark eyes stared into him, and Blue thought for the millionth time that none of this was making any sense. Eivind's pack had planned on killing him, perhaps Eivind himself had, the wolf hadn't denied Alden's accusation so some of that must have been true. But if Eivind had truly wanted to kill him, why wouldn't he have done it immediately upon seeing him? Why would Eivind have insisted on Alaric doing something to help his wound when the other wolf clearly didn't want to? Eivind had reacted violently upon any of the males approaching Blue, even sniffing around curiously had caused him to growl defensively, like a dog protecting its bone. Eivind had planned on killing him, but something had changed. The wolf and his pack seemed to know what that something was, but Blue remained unaware, and with the clock ticking down until the moment Lofgren discovered what had become of one of his wolves it didn't seem like he was going to learn anything useful anytime soon.<br/><br/>Confusion wrapped its cold clutches around Blue's mind and refused to let go. He didn't want to go with Eivind but he certainly didn't want to stay there in the cabin with Alden's corpse, and he wasn't going to make it very far on his own. When Eivind told him they needed to go, Blue nodded and held out his shaking hand. "Okay," he said, trying to hold back a choke as Eivind came to him, soaked and stinking of Alden's blood. They weren't going to get very far without Lofgren being able to follow, not while Eivind was sticky and wet with evidence of his crime.<br/><br/>Despite his reservations, Blue felt that bizarre sensation again as Eivind wrapped his arms around him and held him close. His broken, thin body felt like it molded into Eivind's so naturally, as if the two mirrored one another. He looked up at Eivind as the wolf hefted him outside, studying every line of his face to find some clue as to what was going on inside of Eivind's head, but the wolf's stern disposition revealed nothing.<br/><br/>When Blue took too long to navigate the steps down front porch of the cabin, Eivind lifted his lanky 6' frame as if he were a child, rushing along to follow the rest of his pack. Blue wrapped his arms around Eivind's neck and held on tightly, pressing his face against the wolf's chest and calming himself as much as he could. He didn't entire trust Eivind's assurance that he was going to be okay, but blubbering about it wasn't going to change whatever path Blue was destined to follow.<br/><br/>Eventually. Eivind returned Blue to the ground, but he kept his hold on the wolf, doing the best he could to walk and keep a relatively quick and grueling pace. "Okay. I won't stray far," he replied, knowing that even if he were physically capable of running he wouldn't make it with angry wolves surrounding him in every direction.<br/><br/>The wolves began to bicker among themselves on his account, and all he could do was keep moving forward, avoiding every rock or unsteady step he could manage. Blue made a promise to himself that once they were out of this fucking mess, he was going to demand Eivind explain everything to him properly, and he wouldn't accept anything less than the full truth. Blue had always hated secrets, he hated whispers and ambiguous answers. Eivind had given him all of these things, and although he couldn't be sure if what the wolf told him<i>would</i>be the truth, he was going to make him give him something more than cryptic phrases and instructions.<br/><br/>Alaric was sent to help them along but Eivind didn't want any of it. Once again, as the male reached for Blue, Eivind snapped at him. Blue huffed and wiggled against his protector, his voice irritated. "Eivind, just let him help, okay? You're practically dragging me along. I'm trying to go as fast as I can but at this rate we're going to be Lofgren's fucking lunch. He's going to smell us, especially you, and he'll catch up to us with little effort. If Alaric helps, maybe we have a better chance."<br/><br/>The wolf seemed on edge, understandably so, and Blue wasn't sure that he had been listening. He pushed his weight back against Eivind's arm and reached up, taking his face into his hand and looking him straight into the eyes. "Listen to me. Don't be stubborn. Let him help."