Lofgren hadn't expected the young man to take off, not really, even though he should have expected it. He wasn't exactly the most warm individual, he knew, but he thought he'd mostly held himself together. This slight gave way to insult, making his blood rise in irritation and excitement. He set the food down, likely to be forgotten and started pulling off his clothing. His senses were dulled and this form, and he was much faster as a beast. He wasn't too worried about the human getting far enough away that he wouldn't be able to catch him. Likely, Blue thought he had a chance since he thought he was dealing with a simple man. He was in for one hell of a surprise.<br/><br/>The transformation wasn't grotesque, but seamless. A natural function his body was used to, and knowing what was to come, his adrenaline rose. After that he set off at a trot, but he swung wide, wanting to cut the young man off rather than approach him from behind. He could smell him, and to his surprise he was actually going the right way. Apparently he had a better sense of direction than Lofgren had given him credit for, but the sun was setting, and things were decidedly more difficult in the dark. Lofgren would wait until the sun had set fully, following at a distance. He wanted Blue to think maybe he'd made a mistake leaving the false safety of the cabin.<br/><br/>With the absence of the sun it further hampered a human's senses, while Lofgren had no problem seeing in the dark. He wanted his fear to be tangible. With normal prey, fear could often spoil the meat and make it bitter, but he had no intention of eating this human. It wouldn't matter, and so he made his presence known once more, baying like a hound on the hunt, but he didn't close the distance straight away. Not like he had the first time. Blue had seen him. He'd know what was out there, and Lofgren would let that really sink in. Knowing that he was being hunted in the dark. More sounds came. The other wolves in the forest answering Lofgren's excitement, but they knew better than to get in between their alpha and his claimed kill.<br/><br/>What would Blue think when he realized how severely outnumbered he was out there? Would he try to make his way back to the cabin, to his proclaimed rescuer? Or we he keep trying to push on ahead?<br/><br/>Lofgren had no intention of allowing him opportunity for the latter. As quietly as he could manage, he stepped out onto his path to cut him off. He stood there a long moment, looking at him through yellow eyes and giving Blue a chance to get a good look at him as well if he was so inclined. At least before he plowed forward, straight into him. He knocked Blue flat on his back, though he was more careful with his teeth, especially so close to the vulnerable expanse of his throat. There was the same mix of arousal and bloodlust after the hunt, but Lofgren gave over to the more human side of him, and in a few seconds, it would be a naked man pinning Blue to the forest floor rather than a snarling beast. Impossible, and totally unexplainable.<br/><br/>Lofgren didn't wait for his mind to process and catch up. It was all real, and desire was fueling the larger male's thoughts. His arousal was evident, pressed down where it was pinned between them. Lofgren licked his lips, taking in Blue's scent. It wasn't often he was attracted to humans, but maybe this was more about dominance than any of that. Lofgren's dislike of them wasn't something he kept hidden. His thoughts were whirling. Kill him, make him suffer, pound him into the earth beneath them. He only had to maintain enough control in order to know where to start first.