Had Sig been any other kind of wolf, Stellan might have found it strange that he were going to the store to pick up<i>meat</i>, of all things. Most wolves, save those who lived deep within human cities, preferred to hunt and bloody their fangs with a fresh kill for dinner as opposed to buying prepackaged flesh from a grocery store. Though Stellan spent the vast majority of his time interacting with humans, even he enjoyed a good kill now and again and would sometimes sneak off to remote areas just so he could sink his teeth into something living. As a solitary wolf, he never went after anything big. Wild turkeys and rabbits were his main source of protein, leaving the deer and other large game for wolves who had families and packs to provide for. Oftentimes Stellan missed the challenge of a good hunt. He was large, strong, and capable, but taking the life of a powerful buck just to let the meat rot in the forest was not only a waste, but disrespectful to the less powerful werewolves. Sig was small and lightly muscled, but Stellan could tell he possessed the body of a scavenger, someone who lived off of the kindness of others or just small animals he could kill with a quick snap of jaws. He was no hunter, so Stellan didn't falter as they got dressed and he returned to his motorcycle. The used condom was tied up to prevent any spillage and wrapped up in a tissue he had found in the truck, to be disposed of later. Stellan wasn't the type to desecrate the wooded area around them by carelessly tossing it on the ground.<br/><br/>Once they were at the store, Stellan was able to discretely dispose of the condom in a trash can outside before following Sig and helping him pick out the best cuts of meat. The little wolf picked up a few other items as well, including a large box of cinnamon rolls. The larger wolf smiled; he preferred protein to sugar, but he'd indulge if it meant he could spend a little more time with this one.<br/><br/>The trip back to wherever Sig was taking him wasn't too different from the path he would have taken were he to continue on to his own pack's territory, though Sig turned off onto another long road instead of going straight. This had them going west, miles out of the way, and it wasn't until they took a long series of hidden, twisting paths that Stellan realized Sig wasn't just taking him home, he was taking him onto another pack's territory. The smell of the new wolves along with the woodsy scent of the forest flooded his nostrils, seeming familiar and foreign to him simultaneously. Sig didn't smell like this pack. He smelled like individuals, now including Stellan, but the leather and denim-clad wolf figured this was something he could ask about later. Perhaps Sig was merely visiting; it would explain why he had borrowed his friend's truck instead of taking his own vehicle out. He tried to remember what other packs lived in the hundreds upon hundreds of forested miles that stretched along the western coast of the country, but his memory failed him, as he could only recall the few times he had seen an alpha's face, never having been around enough to really take stock of the various packs' unique identifying smells.<br/><br/>The cabin Sig and Stellan pulled up to was situated farther away from the rest of the houses, tucked into a small clearing with its back facing a mysterious wall of trees. It looked homey and well-constructed, and Stellan figured quickly that this must have been the home belonging to the alpha wolf and his mate. The home's placement was unusual to him; most alphas kept their homes in the center of the pack territory, but this one was tucked away, as if he were trying to hide, or at the very least distance himself from everyone else. It was possible this alpha wasn't<i>the</i>alpha of the pack, but it was rare for a pack to have multiple strong alphas at their disposal. They usually ended up butting heads until one tore out the throat of the other.<br/><br/>Once inside, Stellan followed Sig into the kitchen, depositing the bags into the counter. It didn't take long for his ears to prick up and his nostrils to flare, as the sound of a male's voice came tumbling down the stairs, paired with an intense, red-hot burst of testosterone.<br/><br/>"Eivind, what the fuck are you doing? Stop! Get back in bed<i>now</i>!" Blue hissed, following his limping mate as the snarling wolf came stomping down the spiral staircase. "I told Sig it was fine! What the hell is wrong with you?"<br/><br/>Eivind ignored him, pushing past Sig and descending down the stairs at a pace that made Blue worry for his safety. Eivind's leg was in no way ready to be taking weight, but Eivind seemed to care very little about this, gunning for the unfamiliar man who stood now at the threshold to the kitchen, a dark brow raised in curiosity.<br/><br/>When Eivind snapped at Sig, Blue squeezed himself in front, placing his body in between the small wolf and Eivind's bared teeth. He didn't want to risk Sig getting hurt and had no issue using himself as a shield to deflect Eivind's fury. "What is wrong with you?" Blue snapped back, placing his palm against his mate's chest.<br/><br/>Stellan stepped forward, his hands raised in an "I don't have anything" position of appeasement, eyebrows still climbing up his forehead to his hairline as he attempted to decipher what the hell was going on. Stellan was broad and intimidating, but he wasn't a proper alpha. This wolf--Eivind, was it?--shouldn't have been concerned with him even though Stellan was bigger. He expressed no fear as he approached, only a mild cautiousness. "Look, bud, whatever issue we have here I'm sure is just a misunderstanding, yeah?"<br/><br/>Olive green eyes scanned the scene, first coming to rest on Sig. A small rumble went through his chest. Though they were still barely more than strangers, Stellan didn't appreciate seeing his recently fucked partner having to be protected by a long, willowy human. The boy was quite pretty, almost like a woman, with a wiry frame and fair skin. Not Stellan's type, but he could tell just by sniffing that the angry wolf was bubbling with testosterone, his body chemistry heightened. No way the wolf would be this on edge if they were long time mates, and the human looked too young for that to be case. Newly paired, perhaps? Male wolves, especially alphas, were doubly aggressive toward unfamiliar males when adjusting to their new mates. It didn't matter whether the submissive partner was male or female, the alpha wolf's body was intent on protecting its partner from foreign wolves. From foreign sperm.<br/><br/>"I'm not interested in your mate, if that's the problem," Stellan offered, shrugging his shoulders lightly. Eivind should be able to smell that he had no intention of mounting his lover. "Sig invited me, and I was under the impression I was welcome. If we need to step outside, I'll gladly do so. Though, by the look of that leg of yours, odds are strongly in my favor, buddy."<br/><br/>Not a threat, exactly. But a reminder that Eivind wasn't messing with a shrinking violet. Blue had managed to slip a pair of boxers over Eivind's legs before Sig and Stellan's arrival, something he wouldn't have done had it just been Sig alone. After all, the wolf had walked in on them just that morning with Eivind's cock still buried inside of his ass. There was nothing left for them to be modest about as far as he was concerned. But the boxers weren't enough to hide the deep gouge in Eivind's leg, still tender and moist, and Stellan took careful note of the injury as Eivind moved.<br/><br/>Just in case.