Sig shifted and explained to him in quick, broken words where Blue had gone and what he was trying to do since Lofgren tossed their plan on it’s head. Since the human was rightfully panicking and maybe they hadn’t accounted enough for that. Fear was never mastered in a day and Sig was worried. All well and good to sit around and talk about it with a clear head. Now Blue was out there, alone, facing his tormentor who was playing a dangerous, risky game with him.<br/><br/>“I’m going to get the car and take it around to the road closest,” Sig told him, “I’ll catch up with you. Just continue straight north and I’ll be able to find you.” Then they would have supplies that they potentially needed. A shorter trip to the car if Blue was injured. A possible escape if they needed to make one hastily. Sig was convinced things were going to shit and fast. They should have never gone through with this.<br/><br/>In the car he grabbed the nearest phone to open a map, pulling out at the same time while he figured out the nearest place to plant the car. The roads would only take him so far and he had to predict Blue’s movements as well, but it was better than doing nothing. After making his decision he pulled the little car off the dirt road, set in between a few trees, and ran off to intersect with Stellan. He brought him the first aid kit, both if they needed it for Blue and for his mate, along with the cell phone and any backup sedatives.<br/><br/><br/><br/>–<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Lofgren followed the trail along carefully. Blue smelled like sweat, adrenaline, and fear. A delicious combination. A scent that was easy to follow, especially now that it wasn’t zigzagging all across the damp bed of leaves across the forest floor. Suddenly though the scent was lost and it was then that Lofgren realized he must have stumbled right over the human. A tongue swiped over a prominent muzzle and he turned around, backtracking and trying to find where the young man had hidden himself away.<br/><br/>What Lofgren wasn’t expecting was that he’d tucked himself away someplace the large wolf couldn’t follow. Anger coursed through him at the insult. Perhaps he’d planned this all along, thinking that Lofgren would have to turn around or maybe that he’d be able to crawl through to the other end. He padded along the crevice, sniffing, maw open.<br/><br/>What he did know was that Blue was below. Perhaps trapped except for the way he’d come in. Giant paws scratched at the opening and he growled, frustrated. He left gouges in the rock but he’d wear his claws down before he ever dug out a large enough space. He used fang next, getting angrier the longer his prey was tucked away, just out of his reach. Taunting and teasing with his mere presence. He bloodied his gums, panting as he padded back and forth, trying to find a weakness in the structure. He didn’t just accept that he’d been bested; he was not a wolf that would. Instead he executed a full on assault on the mountain itself, exerting his full strength, tooth, and claw to try and pry his way inside.<br/><br/>There was some shifting and Lofgren wedged himself down into the opening, half crazed with singular purpose. For a moment he thought he might have gotten himself stuck, but a wolf his size, struggling full force, was enough to even move mountains apparently. Jagged sections at the top of the crevice broke off, at first crumbling over the top of Lofgren, compressing his ribcage, before combining with his weight and then eventually giving, pouring him out into the cave and obscuring what had been the human’s route of escape. He lay crumpled against the rubble, at first motionless, bloody where he’s been scraped like something insignificant against the rock, before sucking in a deep gasp of air as his lungs reinflated.