Jamsen was still as Lofgren spoke to him, just watching as he toyed with the boy. He was like a dog with a bone, unable to focus on little else besides his new toy, and Jamsen worried for the safety of the pack. This kid could be trouble for them, and Lofgren was going to do whatever he damn well pleased because that was the sort of leader he was. Before Lofgren, Jamsen had been alpha, but with years came age, and Lofgren was absolutely the strongest of the two. It didn't mean that he was any wiser than the prior alpha. Rather, Jamsen still thought Lofgren an overzealous pup who still needed to learn a few lessons. Unfortunately no one was strong enough to teach him anything he wasn't willing to learn.<br/><br/>As Jamsen watched the exchange and knew right away this was going to go on for a long time. Blue was the sort of challenge Lofgren wanted to break. If the boy had been mindless and boring, he wouldn't have worried so much, but now Lofgren had something to prove. It didn't sit well with him. He'd been raised to leave humans alone, and to keep humble; hidden. Lofgren was itching to leave his mark, and he was becoming too confident for everyone's own good.<br/><br/>Jamsen looked down as Blue approached him, wet and blank. No doubt this was all new experiences for him, and Jamsen wasn't a fan. Torturing a human was a presumptuous thing, and while werewolves were fierce, humans had their greater numbers. After a few moments of silence, Blue looked up to him. It wasn't the sort of thing that enticed him, but Lofgren was watching him closely. Testing him, perhaps.<br/><br/>“Lofgren,” Jamsen started, his tone careful, but disapproving. “This is going to end poorly.”<br/><br/>Lofgren was staring hard, and Jamsen tilted his head to meet his gaze.<br/><br/>“I offered you a prize. Are you going to insult me by refusing it?” Lofgren questioned, his words dangerous. Jamsen held his ground, his brow furrowing together.<br/><br/>“As someone with experience on you, you'd be best off learning to take some advice,” Jamsen returned, not backing off the subject because he knew he was the only one who wouldn't. “We don't<i>play</i>with humans, Lofgren.”<br/><br/>That was enough to spark the chaos that erupted. Lofgren took a giant leap, and when he landed he was coming at Jamsen as a wolf. The other had enough sense to transform, so that at least he'd have the opportunity to put in a fight, and he did try. Jamsen looked like he was holding his own for a few minutes, returning everything he got. It was loud, snarls and teeth flying. Blood didn't show as easily on their darker coats, but the members of the pack could smell it, and eventually, Jamsen was just aiming to defend himself. His age took a toll on him, too many old injuries that prevented him from taking leadership back. Jamsen's body had gone quiet, signaling his submission, but Lofgren didn't relent even when the elder wolf stopped fighting back. The mauling continued to go on, and the rest had to wonder if Lofgren was going to finish him off. Eventually, he loosened his hold from around the back of Jamsen's neck, but undoubtedly damage had been done. They were not all powerful, despite mythological belief, and the biggest threat to werewolves was other werewolves.<br/><br/>Lofgren trotted off to the edge of the water, panting, to plop down in the cool river. The current carried the blood out of his coat, and Jamsen remained where he was, still, for a long while. Eventually, he would slink off to lick his wounds when the alpha didn't have his eye on him, but it was obvious there was going to be no more apposition in regards to Blue, from anyone. People were still and careful again, at least up until the point where Lofgren got up to leave them. Once he was gone, curiosity commenced, and another had went to Jamsen's side.<br/><br/>“Stupid boy, look at the problem's you've cause,” the one spoke who'd approached Blue. This one was a man on the leaner side, with a tawny colored hair, younger than Lofgren. Not that the human would pose much of an issue for him, even though he wasn't comparable to the bulk of the larger werewolves. He was lower in the pack hierarchy, and it was a curious thing to reach for something that was more powerless than he was. Watching Blue's movements made him feel powerful, even if he'd not been the one to instill most of the fear.<br/><br/>“You think Lofgren really doesn't care if we..?” he trailed off, throwing the question over his shoulder.<br/><br/>“I think if Jamsen is anything to go by, he'd be disappointed if we didn't.”