“Out here they do, where hunting isn't permitted,” Lofgren explained. He didn't answer any of the questioned himself, letting that hang uncomfortably and allowing the young man to wonder. Blue had answered his questions though, at least the ones he was most curious about. He'd come alone, and apparently was in a tift with family. Luck was on his side in that case, because most likely no one knew where this young man had gone off to. The preserve was immense, and hardly messed with, especially in the deeper areas where Lofgren had dragged him home to.<br/><br/>Lofgren pressed his luck, and the unease broke to a sort of urgency. The young man had decided he was more unsettling than the wildlife outside, regardless of the attack. He was willing to take his chances, and that left Lofgren with a choice. Let him leave, or let the other shoe drop and refuse to let him go anywhere. It wouldn't be a difficult task for a beast of his strength. Even for a werewolf, he was formidable. He'd became alpha of his pack through blood, sweat, and carnage. The old fashioned way, rather than being elected in.<br/><br/>The young man tried to circle around, to the door, trying not to move too quickly to give himself away, but still desperate to get the hell out of there. Lofgren was enjoying himself, and he calmly cut him off at the door, holding his larger hand over the human's as his fingers reached for it.<br/><br/>“I don't think you should,” Lofgren advised, wanting to see him squirm just a little bit more. He feigned concern, though he was sure it looked wrong on his face. He was never much of an actor. His stare was cold, even, and direct. Would he back away, back into the cabin to put distance between them, or would he panic and try to go through him? Lofgren was curious.<br/><br/>“I didn't kill whatever attacked you. It's still out there,” he warned, “You lost a lot of blood.”<br/><br/>All these things might have sounded sensible coming from any man besides himself. Lofgren had to wonder if it was his behavior that tipped the young man off, or it was something deeper. Like a human sense of self preservation in the presence of a greater predator. He clearly wanted to get away, but for now Lofgren had him trapped so long as he was standing in the way of his exit. He'd made no aggressive move so far, toying instead. Wanting to see how far he could push. He was still debating as he watched the human closely, if he wanted him now, or for later.<br/><br/>“I think that you should stay. I can take you back tomorrow morning,” Lofgren suggested, but he was pretty sure that was not a thought to be considered any longer, not if the young man's reaction was anything to go by. He waited there, imposing and not permitting him to leave until it became downright uncomfortable. Until he was sure the thought was crossing his mind that Lofgren intended to keep him there by force. He looked the part of a brute, and they were alone out here. Or at least that was probably what the young man thought. The pack would keep their distance for now. Eager, and curious, but unsure until they knew what their alpha was planning. Without a doubt they smelled the human. Lofgren had brought him back into their territory, but being that he was accompanied by the scent of the alpha, they would be weary rather than quick to investigate.<br/><br/>Lofgren continued to hold eye contact, but then he licked his lips and stepped aside.<br/><br/>“I won't stop you,” he told him, placing himself so that the young man still had to come close to get through the doorway. He didn't move, still as a statue. He'd brought him out far enough that he'd likely end up lost, and if not that, he'd herd him where he wanted him. Lofgren still had energy to burn, and tracking the young man a second time, now that he was really unsettled, sounded like a good way to spend his evening.