Stellan growled something of a warning that gave Sig only a seconds pause, ignoring instinct that said to crouch down and stop his retreat. He wasn't going far and once it became clear to Stellan what Sig was really up to the tenor in his growls changed. He lavished that thick cock with attention for as long as the wolf would tolerate, tasting his slick precum on the end of his tongue. Stellan slipped out from under his determined ministrations Sig found himself on his back and teeth giving him clear directions. Sig went pliant, allowing Stellan to arrange him in whatever way pleased him. There wasn't a modest bone left in Sig's body and he didn't protest when his new friend spread him out like the real feast.<br/><br/>Sig was able to remain still until Stellan put his tongue to clever use. His fingers pulled out tufts of grass and he wiggled and tilted his hips. Stellan had him gasping, and then holding his breath, his cock painfully hard. His thighs quivered and he took the delicious torment until Stellan couldn't stand it anymore himself. Stellan's movements portrayed his frustration and need despite their coupling earlier. They'd been more careful until they both knew each-other better and realized it wasn't all entirely necessary. Sig knew what it meant to be mounted by another wolf and Stellan knew his part as well. The initial thrust had Sig crying out and clutching to Stellan as he began pounding him. Just a little unexpected but the smaller wolf did nothing to discourage the roughness. It elicited a whole manner of noises from the smaller wolf, whimpers, whines, and choked moans as Sig tried to keep up. The line of pain and pleasure was balanced as it often was with werewolf coupling. Stellan had obviously mastered the art and Sig was left anticipating and just as needy.<br/><br/>Sig would let Stellan do whatever he wanted, not because the wolf was larger and stronger, but because the smaller male wanted to be ridden hard and put away wet. After the initial adjustment, Sig was nipping just a little too hard, encouraging that more aggressive side in his new wolf. He didn't mind the bruises or the harshness his antagonizing behavior brought forward, especially in the heat of the moment. It was much the same way they'd played. Neither truly meant any of it and after, once they were locked and cooling down they'd lick and sooth and pet, tired and sated, at least until Stellan was ready for another round.<br/><br/>By the end of it, Sig was more than a little sore and properly worn out but blessedly content. It was easy to forget all that Stellan was attached to at least until the wolf was having to leave, likely to go answer to his own pack. Sig had sat up on his elbows, letting Stellan take a parting taste.<br/><br/>“I'll be around. Not too hard to find if you know where to look,” Sig told him with a smile before flopping back down. He was glad he didn't have to go anywhere right away, and he knew he wouldn't mind seeing Stellan again. One thing was certain though; Sig did not want to encounter any of his pack mates or draw attention to himself, especially tired as he was. Not after what all Blue had told him. He'd run into Lofgren once and was more interested in getting further into the mountains if he wasn't going to go immediately back to Eivind. He'd leave a breadcrumb trail for Stellan to follow if he did come back out in the next few days and spend some time relaxing in the cave he'd found when first coming across this specific region. Once he felt like picking himself off the ground, anyway.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Lofgren was never really in a good mood. More so he was just in varying stages of foul. When his pack didn't show up to check in when he deemed it necessary it made him that much more irritable. It was bad enough Stellan liked to involve himself so much within the city. Lofgren could have used him more. He was a sizable and imposing wolf and he would have preferred to have him around. They'd lost one of their own recently and Lofgren had to settle that with the nearby pack. He had to deal with Sieger's ire at his torturing a human which didn't excuse one of his own coming unhinged, but it did even things up. Wrong had come from both sides and now they back to a (more tentative) understanding.<br/><br/>Sieger had said that his pretty toy had been disposed of properly and wouldn't be incriminating towards their kind. A shame, really, but Sieger feared what the humans were capable of more than Lofgren ever had. If they could further bulk up their numbers they most definitely wouldn't need to hide but that required his wolves to be alive and everyone that was accounted for.<br/><br/>Lofgren was laying sprawled out lazily when he caught wind of Stellan's approach. He picked himself up to test the air further, trying to figure out what had kept the larger wolf. A piece of ass, it smelled like. Lofgren converged on him with a reinitiation of fangs. It was common for Lofgren to jump on anyone who had been absent too long, reminding them again exactly who was in charge. It was obvious Lofgren didn't appreciate the detour Stellan had taken and the man had approached likely expecting some manner of a fight. He'd come in on the defensive and it was most likely good that he had. Lofgren would lay off once he released some of his frustration and a little blood had been shed between them. Once he got him still he scented him and all the lingering traces of another wolf, a momentary pause before more gnashing of teeth and then Lofgren was moving off. He transformed to his male form that was only slightly less imposing looking, leveling a dangerous stare at Stellan.<br/><br/>“Get a little distracted on your way home?” Lofgren growled, then moved to look behind Stellan, as if expecting he'd brought his distraction home with him. It wasn't the case, to Lofgren's disappointment. It wasn't every day he didn't know the scent of a wolf. Of course, he had an idea. He remembered the little thing that had only fallen in his sights for a few seconds before deciding he wasn't sticking around to become friendly with the dangerous alpha.<br/><br/>“If it's the one I'm thinking of I'm surprised you caught him.” Stellan wasn't built for speed any more than he was. Lofgren breathed in deeply again, though nothing tipped him off towards more than what was on the surface. The sex had been more than enough to cover up all other traces sticking to Stellan. Lofgren would not be able to tell he'd paid Sieger's pack a visit, and more specifically, Eivind and the boy he thought was dead.