Free from the confines of his handsome clothes, Blue followed his mate out the cabin door barefoot, clothed in nothing but a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, not afraid of the gentle midnight breeze as it wrapped itself about his limbs. Eivind transformed and padded out after him, eager to run and explore this new patch of forest on four legs. Happy to move beside him, the two wandered out together, man and beast. It had been too long since their last run and Blue could sense the joy in his husband's movements as he jogged and leaped around him, mouthing his limbs to get Blue to play.<br/><br/>Despite his history, Blue wasn't afraid when Eivind's mouth wrapped around his arms or legs, nor did he get nervous when the beast's impossibly large paws scratched at him. Blue trusted his lover, completely and without hesitation. The werewolf had proven his dedication to Blue time and time again, his unwillingness to ever hurt a single hair on the young human's head. There was no greater comfort for Blue than being with his mate, regardless of his form. Blue felt safe. He laughed when Eivind's sharp teeth tore into his shirt, shredding it into cotton ribbons. "Ah, bad boy, look what you've done!" Blue chastised playfully, scratching the big ruddy wolf beneath his chin. "Guess I'll just have to take it off." The destroyed shirt fell into the dirt, followed by his shorts, leaving the young man naked and exposed.<br/><br/>"Clothes are overrated, aren't they? I know you prefer me like this," he whispered, kneeling before his mate and wrapping his arms around the beast's thick throat. Blue pressed himself into the wolf's fur, inhaling deeply, committing everything he could to memory. With the celebrations over, the marriage done, a thick and confusing sense of contentment interspersed with ribbons of sadness was beginning to consume him. He had rushed the wedding because of what he planned to do to Lofgren, and part of him wondered if it was even necessary anymore. Stellan hadn't heard any news from his violent alpha in weeks. They had the camper now. They were married. Maybe the four of them really could just run away.<br/><br/><i>How can I possibly ever give you up? </i>he thought, rubbing his face into the fur of Eivind's broad chest.<br/><br/>"Vin, I want you to know something," he began, absentmindedly running his fingers through thick double-coated hair. "You are the best, weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. If someone told me a year ago that werewolves existed and that I was gonna marry one, I'd think they were having some kind of drug-induced delirium. None of this makes any sense. But from the moment you laid your eyes on me in that disgusting cabin... I couldn't say this in my vows, but I'll say now. You've saved my life more than once. And I know there aren't enough years for me to even begin to pay you back for everything you've done for me... but I will never stop trying. Anything I ever do, now or in the future, I do because I love you. Just promise me you'll remember that, okay?"