Stellan agreed with him without trouble, no matter how difficult it would be for them to push forward. Kisses and touches to settle weary minds. Sig mimicked the sigh, sympathetic in what his mate was feeling in that moment<br/><br/>“I don’t think it would have mattered,” Sig said in regards to the phone as Stellan got up to go to the bar cart. The little wolf nodded about being gone when they woke. They’d notice if something was off with them as well, and that would put them in a position where they’d have to say something. Sig wanted to avoid that as much as he could; hopefully buy them a little more time to enjoy their post marital bliss. Sig took a few sips of the glass Stellan returned with, enough to help with his edginess. He knew he’d have to go in and play his part, and so would Stellan.<br/><br/>“Hopefully you won’t have to go back much longer,” Sig said, should everything work out as it was supposed to. He turned to look at Stellan and smiled when he voiced his appreciation. Sig nodded. His words of confidence helped, bolstering Sig’s own.<br/><br/>“We’ll figure it out. Whatever happens.” No one was alone in this.<br/><br/><br/>–<br/><br/><br/>They drove. It had been a lot for them but both were going in now, willing to do whatever they needed to do. Sig shifted, greeting some of the other wolves in their search for the alpha. The pack bonding exercises, that and Stellan making himself clear when it came to Sig, went a long way. He imagined it went without saying not only mates were supposed to stick together but also mated pairs to their pack. Sig imagined he was defaulted in; would use that. Stellan seemed a little annoyed the obvious was pointed out to him. They went off in the direction indicated, Stellan shifting for his approach. Sig gave a respectable distance, letting his mate approach first, but wasn’t too far behind him. Body language loose and relaxed, unchallenging.<br/><br/>“Fuck, was wondering when you were going to show back up. Some of these wolves have no god-damned clue,” the large male growled. He seemed pleased to see Stellan, whatever issues they were having before nullified with his display the night he’d done as the alpha had demanded in front of everyone. The alpha had been tetchy as usual but was busting more ass recently since he recognized weakness in some of his wolves. Wanted that out of them when the time came. Stellan though, Lofgren knew was one of the strong ones. The alpha grabbed the fur on the side of his thick neck, giving it a rough but almost affectionate shake. Lofgren was wet, must have just come from a swim in the river and not wearing anything as usual.<br/><br/>“Was fishing.” He indicated to his catch stuffed into a bucket.<br/><br/>Lofgren went to Sig next, reintroducing him to the way things were to be with him now a part of the pack. He grabbed the little wolf and Sig melted beneath Lofgren immediately. Let his natural instinct respond to the demanding and aggressive nature of the large alpha male. Skirted off a bit when Lofgren let him up but it was clear beyond what he felt compelled to do he wasn’t interested in Sig. Lofgren turned his attention back to Stellan.<br/><br/>“They told you, yeah? What we’re planning. I was worried there for a while I couldn’t rely on you. I think things have come back into perspective for you. This’ll be good for us anyway. Expand my territory and by extension<i>our</i>territory. I only want some of the high-ups. Sieger for sure. Anyone who might cause trouble. Ivar’s fucking kid. We’ll keep the wolves we know will fall back into line. Fuckin’ Sieger’s a shitty alpha anyway. They all know it. Haven’t respected anyone since Ivar but I’ll show ‘em.”