"I know he's prone to wandering," Blue replied, somewhat irritated, though he did his best to calm the harsh note in his voice. "Maybe... maybe I'm just being paranoid. I don't know, with everything that happened it doesn't seem likely to me that Sig would just run off without saying an official goodbye." He sighed when his mate put his rough hand on his shoulder, leaning into the older man's arm and gently kissing the skin. Eivind was just trying to help, and it wasn't fair for Blue to project his worries upon him and snap. "I'm sorry," Blue whispered. "You're probably right. Wolves don't function in the same way as humans. Maybe he did decide to move on. Still, if you manage to catch his scent while you're out, I wouldn't mind if you could do a little investigating. Just to ease my mind."<br/><br/>Blue's head tilted upward at the approach of another wolf, a female, one Eivind seemed familiar with. Blue smiled; he had been getting used to be introduced to new wolves every day, and while the constant greetings often left him feeling exhausted and drained of energy, he always did his best to maintain a positive, nonthreatening appearance (not that Blue was very threatening on his own, anyway). As the new wolf and his mate traded words back and forth, Blue took the opportunity to admire the woman, appreciating the care taken to maintain her meticulously even dreads. She looked a bit tomboyish to Blue, though that didn't seem to be an uncommon trait among female werewolves.<br/><br/>When the female casually teased his mate, Blue couldn't help but laugh in response. "Eivind doesn't like talking on the phone," Blue explained. He looked up to his mate and grinned. "You could've at least sent her an email, though. Way more dependable than cryptic notes." Blue stood, tightening the towel that hung precariously around his hips. "I'm Blue. It's nice to meet you, Devin."<br/><br/>When Eivind related the idea of displaying Blue's artwork to Devin, he couldn't help but smirk. He loved Eivind's idea, and he loved that his mate was giving him the opportunity to be a part of his business, though it was obvious his lover didn't quite understand that photographing art wasn't as cut and dry as furniture. "I have some things inside I can show you," Blue said, waving Devin forward before redirecting his attention to his mate.<br/><br/>"Don't stray far, Vin. You're probably right; Sig is fine and I'm just worrying more than necessary. Come back to me soon." Blue leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his love's lips before going inside the cabin, leading Devin over to the staircase he had painted weeks ago. The paint had dried beautifully, and a hard glossy topcoat had been applied to not only protect the banister, but also give it a glorious sheen that helped bring out the individual colors in the swirling cosmos Blue had created.<br/><br/>"I do traditional paintings, and we can sell individual pieces online," Blue began, "But Eivind thinks I'll be able to make the most money with things like this. Custom in-home artwork. I can paint furniture, do wall murals, whatever. As you can see, I'm used to working with unusual materials. I was thinking if you want to shoot this, around five or six o'clock in the evening would be best. The light comes in through the front windows over there," he explained, pointing to the windows by the front door, "and really bathe the whole place in this great natural light. Come on, let me show you some other stuff."<br/><br/>Blue led Devin upstairs to the bedroom. The bed sheets were still messy from his and Eivind's morning coupling, but Blue didn't bother attempting to hide it. With a werewolf's sense of smell, it would be obvious to Devin what they had been up to. He pointed to the dresser, which Eivind had helped him move back into place. The wolf hadn't been happy to hear that Blue had moved the damned thing when injured, nor was he pleased that Blue had messed up his sheets, but he had quickly forgiven the young artist when Blue apologized and pulled him into the shower.<br/><br/>"Another example of custom furniture work I can do. I haven't been home long enough to do any canvas paintings, but once I do I can show them to you and they can be put up on the website.<br/><br/>"So, uh, what do you think? Think this is something we can advertise? I don't know how many wolves are very art-inclined, or how many human clients you have but... I really think this is something I can do, if you think there's a market for it."