Sig froze in the same moment that Blue did, waited for that recognition before he sent him running again. Blue cried out, miserable, and the little wolf bounded over, transforming, trying to think fast. They had not counted on Blue leaving the cabin at all.<br/><br/>“I didn’t follow you. I ran off ahead. Anticipated your direction. Lofgren is going to track. Once he’s got his fill of punishing Stellan for trying to follow.” Sig was frowning. “You have a little bit of time. And he didn’t fuck up the plan. He gave us more options. Location is up to you now. He’s given up home advantage.” That could potentially work to their benefit. If Blue kept a clear head. He pulled the human in close. It didn’t matter. They’d come in the same car together, his scent already clinging to Blue.<br/><br/>“Don’t panic. We’re here. Whatever happens, we’re with you.” Sig took a deep breath and leaned away to look Blue in the face.<br/><br/>“You remember that split Eivind got himself trapped in?” The little wolf was pointing off in the direction. “It’s that way. Not the same one exactly. But the mountains. Same conditions. Big wolves don’t climb mountains well. Big wolves make mistakes when they’re trying to chase something through terrain like that.” It was better than relying on a hope and a prayer. Better than the little pill that Blue would have to leave himself wide open to administer. If they were lucky, Lofgren would fall, and they could leave the alpha to a slow death.