Lofgren had told Stellan that he'd have to handle things. With that, he was responsible for Sig's actions as well. The alpha was relaxed but that would change the second Sig ripped out some vital part of Garlan. Sig wasn't really all that surprised when Stellan stepped in to put a halt to their fighting. Someone was going to have to because neither of the smaller wolves were giving to one another. With Stellan though, Garlan seemed to recognize the seriousness of the situation. It was over within seconds, Garlan hollering his defeat beneath the much larger wolf. He was done with him shortly after, having made his point. Just a bit of the excitement to add to the evening.<br/><br/>Sig was panting, adrenaline still coursing through his body as Stellan checked him over. Part of it had been excitement; a sort of bloodlust. Fights were generally avoided for Sig, at least the more serious ones, mostly just play and evasion tactics. They followed along as Lofgren took them deeper. After the display, the other pack seemed to give Sig more distance, or at least a more respectful approach if they dared. Not really because they were intimidated by the little wolf. Besting Garlan was no feat, but Stellan was being testy. He'd made himself perfectly clear. Garlan must have missed it the first time and once they reached the spring he stayed out to lick his wounds.<br/><br/>The water was cool, a temperature that might be a bit uncomfortable to a human but was just right for a wolf after a long run. Sig shifted and waded in, he and Stellan breaking off from the group. Lofgren was laid back, relaxing and talking with some of the other wolves lazily. A few were still bickering, at once point getting too close. All it took was a low growl from their alpha to send them scurrying, realizing their mistake. Momentarily, they were forgotten.<br/><br/>Sig was nipping at Stellan's neck affectionately, showing his appreciation for his big, strong wolf. His wounds stung by they weren't too bad. He knew part of Stellan was conflicted and he hadn't hoped to add drama to it with his pack but there were certain individuals Sig was never going to change his mind about. Maybe not all of the pack were bad but Sig knew a handful were just inherently vile by nature. And no one who had touched Blue would ever be forgiven in any capacity. He stood with Eivind in that opinion, though Stellan had never argued. Lofgren didn't deserve a proud wolf like Stellan. While he seemed to award Stellan some level of respect he was still an ass and Lofgren still seemed to think he could do whatever he wanted. It wasn't the time to talk about it though, nor did Sig want to admit what he might have been hopeful for before seeing the monster that was Lofgren.<br/><br/>Of course, it was their luck that he'd grow bored with what he was doing and turn his attention back to them.<br/><br/>“You came for my permission, right?” Lofgren started, and Sig waited for it. “Well, you have it. Why don't you show us how you keep an unpredictable little wolf like that under your thumb? Unless you need me to show you how it's done.” His grin and insinuation sent another pang of fury through Sig. He would have been eager for Stellan even in the odd situation, but the way Lofgren proposed it rubbed him raw. Especially when Sig wasn't even sure Stellan had been serious about mating him in any sort of long term capacity. They hadn't had any chance to talk about it.<br/><br/>Just one more thing to add to Lofgren's growing list of charming qualities.