Blue told him about school on the way to their temporary home. Eivind was generally on edge with people around. He didn't care for anyone walking up to Blue, much less someone with questionable body language asking to bum a cigarette or offering whatever it was they were selling. He understood wolves and humans were confusing to him. Sketchy people even more so in that he didn't understand what was a threat and what wasn't. They weren't always super obvious and Eivind vowed that they would be out of their soon. It was as much for his peace of mind as it was for Blue.<br/><br/>Sig, on the other hand, didn't seem to have a problem with the prostitutes and the drug dealers outside. Eivind would yell at him for socializing but Sig argued they were alright. That generally he could tell and Eivind would counter that he hadn't seen Sig take a disliking to anyone at all. Blue called his father while Eivind coaxed Sig inside, sharing the news that apparently Louis didn't hate his guts anymore.<br/><br/>“Well, that's something,” Sig said with a smile, surprised at the sudden change. “He was pretty angry last he saw you at the hotel room. Bet he doesn't know you're staying here, huh?” Eivind didn't answer, frowning. It was already a point of argument between him and Blue and he'd just claimed to Louis that he would do everything he could to keep his son safe. And here they were in one of the worst sections of the city, Eivind slowly going crazy. They'd be alright as soon as he finished the first project, where he'd actually take a percentage on top of his hourly rate. He was already considering their options, still in favor of selling the cabin.<br/><br/>Sig smelled like oil and sweat, something Eivind was starting to associate with Stellan. He barely even made comment on it anymore. So far it hadn't caused them any issues though Eivind wasn't eager to throw a dinner together and assume they were alright.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Colten had gone missing and when Lofgren went looking it was apparent where he'd gone. He wasn't sure what sort of trouble he'd found himself in but it was pretty obvious the way it had ended. Lofgren wasn't stupid. He could make his assumptions and there was only one member of Sieger's pack that seemed just a bit unhinged. When he'd inquired about it the alpha had said Eivind had taken off as he was prone to do. He hadn't known anything about Colten at all. Lofgren left with that information, irritated, and went in search of Stellan next. Someone had said the boy had gone out after him yet he couldn't find the big wolf, nor could he track whoever it was he was fucking either. He could only assume he was in town, working in his usual garage.<br/><br/>It was above Lofgren to go seek someone out but he had no trouble sending Garlan. He had an address of where Stellan was supposed to be and with a put-upon attitude he rolled up in a shitty car and average looking clothing, banging on the metal door. The area smelled like Stellan and it was safe to assume he was around.<br/><br/>“Fuck, Stellan, open up,” he growled.<br/><br/>Stellan wasn't alone. Sig had distracted the big wolf from his work. As long as he got done what he needed to get done he saw no harm in taking a thorough break. They kept the tension to a minimum, just enjoying one another but Sig clearly didn't expect one of his pack to come knocking. Eivind had made it seem like it was unusual for them to come into the city. He was putting clothing back on, trying to be quiet but easier said than done when it was another werewolf on the other side of that door.<br/><br/>“Lof is pissed, and I'm not very happy about coming to track you down either. I<i>hear </i>you,” Garlan pointed out. “You know anything about Colt? Of course you don't. You're gone more than you're around. He's dead, Stellan, now put on your god damned pants and stop neglecting the pack for some piece of ass.”