Eivind's dark, tense body suddenly appeared on the moose's back, large jaws snapping and grabbing onto the beast that was attempting to stomp Blue into a bloody pile of guts and broken bones. Blue scrambled back desperately, his eyes like silver saucers as he watched his werewolf lover dig deep into the moose's throat, lupine teeth tearing at any bit of flesh they could catch. He had only seen Eivind's wolf form a few times before, and although he thought the animal beautiful, there was a ferocity to the wolf that Blue hadn't anticipated. He should have, certainly. Werewolves had the capacity to be violent, terrifying creatures. They were much larger than normal wolves with more intense musculature and thick, sloping necks that bulged with strength. Eivind was no different. His body was lean and elegant, but anyone could see that Eivind was no<i>normal</i>wolf. He was something else entirely. Vicious, fierce, and a seasoned killer.<br/><br/>The moose tossed himself back and Eivind disappeared from Blue's view. The boy screamed his mate's name and practically leaped to his feet, rushing to circle the moose and check to see if Eivind was okay. The wolf had moved himself just in time to avoid the moose toppling onto its back, and Blue breathed a heavy sigh of relief, though he knew that this wasn't over. The wolf grabbed onto the moose's snout and Blue watched, horrified, as the gargantuan animal beat at its attacker with its hooves. Blue wanted to rush forward and pull Eivind away, but he knew that putting himself in harm's way would only put Eivind at an even larger disadvantage and potentially get them both killed. No, Eivind would want him to stay back and let him handle this, but it drove Blue crazy each time the moose's hooves connected with Eivind's body. Blue couldn't tell if Eivind was bleeding, the color of his fur made it far too difficult to tell, but he hoped the blows the moose managed to land were superficial.<br/><br/>The throat was next, and Eivind dug into it, thrashing his head back and forth wildly and encouraging the moose's tough skin to tear. It felt like Eivind was attached to the moose for hours, each ragging breath coming from the animal lasting longer than should have been possible. But Blue stayed back, his arm wrapped around his side as he looked on. Blood had finally started to seep from the moose's throat and was staining the fur that lined Eivind's muzzle, but the wolf did not pull away. Blue could hear low, threatening growls coming from the wolf's chest as he waited for the moose to stop its thrashing. And finally, it did.<br/><br/>Blue's heart was pounding as Eivind dragged himself out from underneath the moose's head. He could see now that the wolf's stunning, thick coat was caked to his skin with what seemed like an impossible amount of blood. Eivind plopped down onto the ground, probably exhausted, and Blue rushed forward, throwing himself down onto his knees just after Eivind shifted back into his human form. He reached out to grab for his lover when the man turned on him, his snarling face looking maniacal and terrifying, blood dripping from his normally attractive features.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," Blue said, snatching his hand back as if he had been bitten. His eyes frantically scanned Eivind's naked body; he didn't seen any open wounds, but with so much blood there was no way to know for sure until the male was cleaned up. "I didn't know it was out here. I just . . . I just got bored, I guess, and I wanted to get some flowers . . . " Blue looked behind him, but the small bouquet he had collected during his stroll had been dropped and lost somewhere among the trees. "I was getting them for you," Blue said gently, his shoulders sagging as he turned back toward his furious partner. Blue's head was still encased in a glittery fog of narcotics, and although he had been terrified during the fight, worried for his mate's life, now that the danger had passed, Blue was unable to truly focus on the gravity of the situation.<br/><br/>He reached up and ran his fingers along Eivind's lips, his eyes heavy and glassy. "We should get you cleaned up. We can clean you, and you'll be better, right? And we can forget all of this. I promise I'll stay away from moose now, and I won't go away from camp again. You probably just need to loosen up, right? You must be so tense." He stood and grabbed Eivind's hand, trying to pull him up so they could go back to where Eivind had left him before. "Come on, let's go back. We'll find someplace to clean you and we can fuck. That will make you feel better, right?"