The food helped but Eivind still wasn't making things all that enjoyable. Blue complimented the food and Sig soaked up the praise, not letting the uncomfortable setting bother him all that much. It would pass. Eivind was not very to him at the start either and they'd come a long way. Stellan hadn't even climbed on top of Blue. Realizing the situation more clearly now he really was lucky Eivind hadn't shredded him into hamburger. Eivind was the one to initiate conversation next, and the answer was something Sig could have guessed by Stellan's explanation earlier. Sig didn't think he'd be content following an alpha like Lofgren either. Stellan had bulk to him which probably served him well. Eivind was searching his face as he explained, likely trying to figure out where his loyalty actually stood in regards to Lofgren.<br/><br/>Stellan seemed to be contemplating as well, dawning, and then he asked Eivind if he was Ivar's son. The seemed to derail Eivind's expression some, though it made him no less uncomfortable. He was the wolf that had run away from his obligations at the time.<br/><br/>“I am,” Eivind admitted, a little on edge. “Don't suppose you knew my old man at all?” Ivar didn't possess hostility towards other packs really so long as they respected territory. Sieger was even more lax than that, older, and focused on keeping the peace. He didn't really give him much time to answer before he was changing the subject back again to prior topics.<br/><br/>“If you're not a good boy then why don't you leave? Or does it make it okay following an alpha like him because you get to turn a blind eye to most of his decision making?” Decisions that included terrorizing people that wandered too close simple because Lofgren liked to play with things. He didn't move from his place on the couch next to Blue, and he was still eating but his words were not exactly pleasant. He was feeling foul and a little bitter, unable to stop himself.<br/><br/>“Since you've been away, let me fill you in on what has happened with your pack. Lofgren put you all in jeopardy with man, coming close to eliciting a hunt. Something we dealt with. Something I'm sure you'll hear all about when you get back. Alden is dead. I killed him. I hope you weren't close. Almost got another one too. A scrawny little wolf with a tawny coat.”<br/><br/>The one that had landed him injured as he was. Sig understood now that Blue had filled him in and he set his fork down. Eivinds questions weren't exactly appropriate dinner conversation. A lot went into pack structure and Sig understood that most wolves that were born into a pack stayed within that pack. Sig didn't like the idea that Stellan would follow someone who'd blindly torture another person, especially someone he was close to, but he also wasn't privy to the information. Lofgren was a psychotic asshole it seemed, but maybe he hadn't done anything to offend Stellan's moral compass. Sig still liked to think better of him. He'd treated him appropriately when they were together and certainly didn't need to be persecuted for Lofgren's actions.<br/><br/>“Eivind, I don't think we have to get into this right now. He<i>wasn't </i>there. You have no vendetta against him,” Sig put in, looking to Blue and then back to Stellan. He wasn't sure how the wolf was going to take the knowledge that Eivind had killed one of his pack and then went after another. Truly, Eivind was playing with fire weak as he was.