His wolf's hands were all over him, stroking and touching to ensure that every piece of him was okay. Blue let Eivind touch him as much as he wished, whatever would settle the furious male's mind, though as he interacted with Sig it didn't seem like he was managing to find any semblance of calm. The two traded words back and forth, Sig's happy and playful while Eivind's were harsh and impatient. Blue kept his hands on Eivind's wet body, his own quiet way of keeping the wolf still.<br/><br/>"That works for you half of the time?" Blue replied incredulously, shaking his head in mild amusement as Sig looked up at him, a handsome smile plastered on his face, though slightly marred by the beating he had taken from Eivind. He wondered what kind of people Sig must find in the woods on a semi-regular basis that he was so comfortable approaching them in such a forward way. Didn't he worry about someone attacking him, like Eivind had? Or about STIs? Were wolves even susceptible to human sexually transmitted diseases? It was a question that Blue found rather fascinating, and one that he would seek an answer to eventually, if only in an effort to better understand werewolf physiology, but for now there were more pressing matters to attend to.<br/><br/>The wolf told them his name, and Blue loosened his hold on Eivind's body. He was about to ask another question when Sig turned his attention to Eivind and made a rather offensive comment about Blue being a "nice piece of ass," and although Blue knew Sig had meant it as a compliment, he huffed in response and looked down at the wolf with an irritated look on his pretty face.<i>What the fuck is it with wolves and seeing me as a damn chew toy? </i>Blue thought angrily. His partner seemed to share in his vexation, and bristled against him. Blue placed a hand on Eivind's chest, as he thought it was only a matter of time before Eivind pounced on the small wolf again, assuming he didn't learn how to edit his words before letting them tumble from his lips.<br/><br/>Although Blue had been momentarily bothered by Sig's nonchalant demeanor, he couldn't stop himself from venturing a bit closer as the wolf spoke about himself and his travels. A traveling wolf wasn't something that Blue had ever really considered; Eivind had been the closest thing that Blue could imagine, but even he returned back to his own pack eventually. This wolf seemed to move with the wind, following new scents and trails wherever his senses took him. And by the sound of his accent, he wasn't from anywhere in North America. Europe, perhaps. What could have brought Sigrun from Europe all the way to America? Simply the desire to meet and learn about new, various packs? It was strange, but he supposed that people had traveled around the world for much weaker reasons, and if this was how Sig chose to live his life, Blue certainly couldn't judge him for it.<br/><br/>Blue caught Sig's comment about humans being fun, and he could guess at what Sig meant by that, but he chose not to comment on it in case Eivind raised his hackles again in agitation. "Are you hungry? We have some meat," Blue said, pulling away from Eivind and grabbing the skillet by the fire, still a large amount of hefty chunks of meat inside. "It's moose. Eivind killed it earlier. It was a bull . . . fucking huge thing." He slowly walked over to Sig and knelt down in front of him, placing the skillet down so he could pick at it if he wanted to. Blood was still dripping from Sig's face, and Blue felt guilty as he looked into the handsome wolf's eyes. "One second," he said, rushing back to where their supply bags lay. He grabbed the medical pack Alaric had given them and returned to his kneeling position in front of Sig. "I'm sorry Eivind attacked you," he said quietly, digging through the bag to find some supplies he could use to clean up Sig's injured face. "He's very protective of me. And you did scare the shit out of me. You really should be more careful."<br/><br/>After a few seconds of rummaging, Blue pulled out a few alcohol wipes and a tube of antibiotic cream. He gently began wiping at the blood on Sig's face, cleaning up as much as he could. "I can't do anything for the bruises," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he swiped beneath Sig's nose, "but there are a few cuts on your face I'm going to put some cream on, okay? Just a little bit." It didn't seem like Sig was all too concerned about his face or the damage that Eivind had inflicted upon it, but doing something to remedy the situation still made Blue feel a little bit better about the whole affair.<br/><br/>"You said that you've met other wolf/human couples?" Blue asked inquisitively, shoving the used up wipes back into their wrappers and squeezing out tiny dollops of antibiotic cream into his finger tips. "What were they like? Did they live with a pack? How did they function? I mean, was the human . . . welcome?" He swallowed a hard lump in his throat as he began to spread the cream onto the open wounds on Sig's face, eager to hear his answer. Sieger had been so adamant that Blue didn't belong, but if Sig had seen other couples function within a pack structure, why couldn't Blue and Eivind do it too? Perhaps Sig would have useful information, information that could help them return home, assuming Eivind ever wanted to do so.