Eivind made the offer and let him process, at least for a time. If he refused and Alaric didn't show up soon, he might not have asked a second time. He did try to understand that they were new to one another, but even so that would only go so far when it came to Blue's well being. It was his job to see to his needs, and he did a much better job of keeping warm with a thick coat than he did as a man. After a few moments, Blue agreed. He could hear his hesitation, but he was also watching as if he was curious. He stepped away to give him room, and Eivind watched him as well before he shifted to the form that came more natural to him.<br/><br/>The process was seamless, Eivind touching his hand to the ground and transforming before he could take his next breath. As a werewolf, he was trim. Eivind was active, prone to long treks out to places only he knew of, where the food wasn't as readily available. He didn't stay in one heavily populated spot like Lofgren, and he wasn't so domestic as some of the wolves in his pack who acted like civilized people more or less. They all hunted from time to time, but Eivind was the only true wanderer. It was his inability to keep in one place that made it difficult to resume a leadership role, on top of his lack of desire.<br/><br/>His coat was a deep mahogany with lighter hairs showing through his undercoat. He still possessed that same bone structure that was indicative of werewolves, and not actual wolves, with a wide chest, sloping back, and low set neck. Not everyone would see the appeal when he was more likely to fit in on the set of a horror film. Something about them just didn't seem right, or natural. From a distance, they were still close enough that even seen, they would likely be mistaken for wildlife. Eivind's eyes were the same unremarkable shade of yellow that most werewolves possessed, and he watched Blue through them. He was still at first, letting the human take him in. It was an odd feeling, like Blue was seeing him for the first time. In the pack, there were no such introductions. He'd known most of them all their lives.<br/><br/>He couldn't express to Blue not to be frightened of him, he could only do his best not to appear imposing or threatening. His movements were slow, and he was quiet as he approached. He still weighed more than double that of a healthy grey wolf, but not likely near Lofgren's weight. After closing the gap, and sat, and then tucked his long limbs beneath himself, expecting that Blue would settle in so that he might curl his body around him. His coat was a bit coarse, but he was definitely warm. They could survive winters out in the snow if they had to, and the long bristly guard hairs insulated them well.<br/><br/>Eivind scented the air and he listened closely, both for any werewolves nearby, and the sound of an a car approaching. His senses were a great deal better in this form, but that meant he could smell Blue better. Everything was more distinct. The knowledge that he was his mate, this infection, and also the smell of others upon him.