"No, it's better that I didn't do anything to my dad," Blue argued, nuzzling against Eivind's hard body. "Werewolves are supposed to be strong, right? You have to protect yourself and your pack from threats, mostly physical ones. Other packs, wild animals, a rogue wolf, all of these could be considered enemies you have to fight off. Humans don't really have a social structure like that. We get into fights with one another, and fighting to defend yourself is understood and respected to a degree, but most of the time we're chastised for allowing ourselves to get so worked up that we attempt to solve our differences with fists. Talking is always encouraged over physical violence. And if talking doesn't work, you're just supposed to walk away. Had Birdie not be there to step in front of me, I probably would have retaliated. My mom probably would have called the cops and it would have been made into a huge thing. I might never have run away to the forest. I might never have encountered Lofgren. Never have met you."<br/><br/>The edges of his mouth curled up into a delicate smile, and he laughed lightly when Eivind spoke of his wolf ancestors and how they did not allow themselves to be confined by societal rules and restrictions like humans had. "I think your ancestors had the right idea," Blue mused. He thought it intriguing when Eivind touched upon their age difference. Blue had always had a liking for older men (he found their maturity, masculine features, and oftentimes gruff demeanors to be an erotic counter to his own soft looks and personality), and it was apparent that the two had a few years separating them. Blue had only barely entered his twenties and Eivind was past thirty, he was sure. Age didn't seem like something Blue imagined Eivind would be all that concerned about, but to his surprise the wolf seemed to have very strong beliefs on what was and wasn't appropriate for their relationship and how he should and shouldn't act in his position as the older, dominant partner. For someone who had rejected his role as alpha and abandoned his responsibilities, Blue was slowly learning that Eivind was far more honorable and respectable than any of the other wolves would ever give him credit for, save perhaps Synnove. He found it incredibly charming, and a warm fondness for Eivind began to develop in his chest, different from the feelings of desire and need that had already blossomed inside of him long ago.<br/><br/>When Eivind insisted Blue had to eat, regardless of whether the boy was hungry or not, Blue felt conflicting emotions tumble around in his gut, and his only response was to let his body sag as he grabbed another piece of meat from the skillet and popped it into his mouth, a pout on his face. Blue didn't like being told what to do; he didn't enjoy being bossed around, nor did he appreciate when others acted like they knew best. But Eivind wasn't acting; he<i>did</i>know best, and despite Blue's lack of desire to chew on the flesh of the moose that had almost killed him, in the moment Blue was finding it a bit difficult to resist his partner's will. He liked the way the wolf's voice was firm and commanding, how inflexible he was when it came to Blue's health.<br/><br/>"There, I ate a bite, okay?" Blue whined, standing up and waving hand for Eivind to follow. "You said you would wash, and then<i>afterward </i>I had to eat. I had something now to show a sign of good faith. Come." He waited for Eivind to get up from the ground before firmly interlacing his fingers with his and began walking with him toward the river, which was a very short ways from where Eivind had considered it safe to camp. The fire was large and intimidating enough to scare away any curious beasts who might've been enticed by the roasting meat, and the camp was visible from where the riverbanks crossed their path. As Eivind didn't want Blue getting wet, he stayed up on the dry swaths of grass and watched as Eivind descended into the cool blue depths. The river in this part of the forest was beautiful; a rich, deep sapphire that was clean and refreshing, left untainted by humanity's touch. Blue loved watching it and listening as the water traveled through the cleft earth. More entrancing than the river, however, was his partner, and Blue began to feel his body tense and his mouth water as he admired the wolf from the sidelines.<br/><br/>"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Blue whispered, whining softly as Eivind dunked himself beneath the water, settling for a few excruciating moments before breaching the surface, tossing his head back and glistening in the complementary sunlight. The filth was sloughing off of Eivind's body and the more the wolf's clean skin was revealed, the more Blue found himself unable to halt the erection that was pressing hard against his jeans. All he wanted in that moment was for his companion to rush out of the water and pin him down, but with all of the hiking, moose killing, and even<i>more </i>hiking, Blue doubted his wolf would be up to the task. It seemed unfair for him to desire such passion from Eivind, but<i>fuck</i>, he just looked<i>so damn good</i>.<br/><br/>"Eivind," Blue called, standing him from his place on the grass and turning his body so that Eivind wouldn't be able to see the bulge in his pants. Whether Eivind could smell him or not, Blue was unsure. "I'm going to go back to camp and get started on eating my fill of meat, okay? Don't take too long." He turned away and scampered back to the fire, undoing his pants as he went, though he didn't pull them down. He just needed some relief on his engorged head, and he gasped softly when he undid the zipper and felt the push against his cock ease. He reached down to pull his erection up into the waistband of his underwear and collapsed down onto the ground, his long, firm shaft curving upwards into his abdomen.<br/><br/><i>Don't be such a slut for him, idiot</i>, Blue thought dismissively, snatching a few pieces of moose meat from the pan to distract himself from his throbbing groin.<i>He's probably exhausted from saving my life for the millionth time. I just have to calm down. Eivind will come back and we'll probably go to sleep. </i>He began chewing on a piece of moose he had popped into his mouth.<i>All I need to do is just go the fuck to sleep.</i>