Blue shouldn't have been surprised by Eivind's answer, and yet somehow he was still annoyed with the simplicity that he offered him. Perhaps, to some degree, Eivind's answer was truthful. He had warned Alden to leave and the wolf had practically spit in his face with his defiance. Blue had come to learn that such an attitude wasn't going to be tolerated by any wolf, as he had seen that a werewolf ignoring a warning from even a pack mate could erupt into a ferocious brawl filled with flying fur and gnashing teeth. Yet, Eivind's killing of Alden seemed to have gone too far. Eivind hadn't transformed to in order to take Alden down and put him in his place, he hadn't reacted in a fit of raging instinct. Blue had watched him act very deliberately, taking the knife and plunging it into Alden's body as if to punish him for something more than just mouthing off. Could it simply be that because Alden was a member of another pack, his life meant less to Eivind? Both Alaric and he had said things to irritate the wolf and he had not responded so viciously. Although dissatisfied, Blue decided to keep his mouth shut for now. They were still in the water and the last time he had been clinging to another wolf like this his head had been shoved under the surface again and again in an attempt to punish him for his words. Eivind was being kind to him now, and Blue was getting very tired from their escape efforts. As he moved his legs to help Eivind through the water, he began to feel his energy wrung from him not unlike water from a sponge. Fear and exhaustion kept Blue silent for now, but once they got away and he received some rest, chances were high that he would press the issue again.<br/><br/>They finally reached the other side of the river, but Eivind wouldn't allow Blue another break, not now. The road was closer, but still a ways ahead, and Blue could see that Eivind wanted to reach the end of their trek before twilight. The cooling air nipped at Blue's flesh, and the tall boy, who was now not much more than a collection of long limbs and bones, shook violently at the agitation. Eivind held him close but the wolf's body warmth couldn't do much to stop the shaking. Blue kept walking despite it, however, advancing through the aching, throbbing, and shuddering, and eventually they came to the road, although Alaric was nowhere in sight. Even at their slow pace, Blue hadn't expected Alaric to arrive before them, and there was still a huge chance that the wolf hadn't found the keys or the car and would return to them empty-handed. He was at least grateful for the opportunity to rest, and was cooperative when Eivind pulled Blue down to settle in between his legs and rest against his chest.<br/><br/>The two sat in silence for a short while, listening to nothing other than the sound of the wind dancing through the trees surrounding them. When Eivind spoke, Blue was momentarily shaken out of a small rest, his eyes snapping open. He hadn't even realized he had closed them. "Change?" Blue said groggily, twisting his neck so that he could look at Eivind's face, stern and serious as always. "You mean you'll shift into a wolf? For me?" Blue blinked, trying to sort out the dueling feelings that bloomed in his chest at Eivind's offer. On one hand, Blue had never once seen anything good come from a wolf shifting, save perhaps Alaric's decision to shift as a means to reach the car faster. Werewolves shifting was always followed by something bad. Stalking, aggression, fighting. The worst damage done to his body had come from werewolves in their canine form, and thus Blue found the possibility of cuddling up to one both foreign and unnerving. However, Eivind wasn't going to kill him yet, not after all this work had been put in bringing Blue out here. Doing all of that just to shift and snap Blue's neck with his teeth didn't make any sense, especially when Eivind had already proved that he did not need to be a wolf to kill someone. And Blue<i>was</i>incredibly cold . . .<br/><br/>"Okay," Blue said at last, nodding his head and slowly scooting his body away from Eivind to allow him room to adjust as necessary. His eyes were large and inquisitive as he stared at Eivind, eager to watch this man transform into the beast for which Blue harbored so much unease. He wondered how big he would be compared to the other wolves. Eivind wasn't bulky like Lofgren, possessing a muscular but lean frame that was certainly to be reflected in his other body. Would he be dark, like the rest of them? Would he look like every other wolf Blue had seen, or would he have some distinctive trait about him that would differentiate him from the others? "I'm ready."