"Gunshot?" Blue said, shaking his head slowly in response to the larger man's query. "No, I didn't hear any gunshots. Maybe I was already unconscious by the time you came 'round." Blue's head was throbbing; thinking and trying to remember exactly what had happened was wearing on him quickly. He brought up the hand of his uninjured arm and pressed his fingers against his temple as if to push the pain away so he could focus better. "The thing was huge," Blue mumbled, "twice my size. I didn't know wolves could even get that big."<br/><br/>The man's questions were blunt, slightly accusatory. Blue felt as if he were being ambushed a second time and groaned lightly in response. "Yeah, yeah, I know I was far out. I wasn't lost, I was just being stupid." A sigh escaped his lips as he took a moment to study his rescuer, a behemoth of a man with a stern face and dark eyes that seemed to drill into him. "Well, thanks for helping me," Blue breathed, shifting uncomfortably underneath the man's intense stare. This man didn't seem like one who hung around other people much.<br/><br/>He grabbed the glass of water eagerly and took a few large gulps. The water was cool and refreshing, wetting his dry mouth and helping the pain in his head ease slightly. Blue held back a smirk as Lofgren revealed his name. So apparently he wasn't the only one cursed to roam the planet with an odd title. Maybe if he were named Lofgren he'd want to hide away in a park reserve too, Blue thought teasingly. He dared not voice his amusement. Lofgren looked as though he could snap Blue in half with one hand, and the young man had no desire to poke at any sensitive areas the man might have.<br/><br/>"So, are you some kind of park ranger or something?" Blue asked curiously, wondering why anyone other than himself would be found so deep in the preserve. It seemed that Lofgren was not finished with his forward line of questioning, however, and Blue paused and cleared his throat before replying. "Uh, no, not separated, really. I've lost track on how long I've been gone. Family and I hit a bit of a rough patch. That's why I was wandering around like an idiot. I should probably be getting back. Do you know how to get back to the Eastern campsites?"<br/><br/>Once again Blue's questions were ignored and replaced with Lofgren's. The man definitely didn't talk to other people much, Blue was sure now. He was forceful with his words, cold, and although he had saved Blue from certain death, Blue was beginning to feel like perhaps he wasn't completely safe just yet. It was lucky Lofgren had found him. Too lucky, perhaps? What were the chances of Lofgren stumbling onto Blue while he was being attacked by a beast that shouldn't have even existed?<br/><br/>"My shoulder? I don't think I need--" but Blue's reply was cut short by Lofgren acting of his own accord, pulling the smaller man forward and eliciting a harsh hiss from Blue. Lofgren peeled away the sticky bandages, exposing Blue's wound to the air.<i>Who the fuck is this guy? </i>Blue thought, scowling in displeasure as Lofgren leaned close, seemingly to get a better look at Blue's shoulder. Whatever, it didn't matter. If Lofgren wanted to redress the wound, fine. Blue would let him and then be on his way, somehow. The shack couldn't have been too far from where he was attacked, right? How else would Lofgren had heard Blue's screams? If Lofgren wouldn't direct him back, Blue could follow the sun to determine which direction was east and start walking. It would only take a few hours to reach the eastern borders of the park. Yes, Blue was still in pain, he was still weak, but staying in this shack with Lofgren any longer didn't seem like a great idea. There was just something a little . . . off about him.<br/><br/>Blue's suspicions were confirmed as he felt something wet drag across his skin. He turned his head to see Lofgren leaning over him, licking at his bite marks like dog. "What the fuck?!" Blue yelled, scrambling across the bed to get away from Lofgren and rolling onto the floor of the shack. Blue stood up, his chest heaving, eyes narrowed but pupils wide as he backed away from his savior. "Lofgren, right? Thanks for saving me man, really, you did great. But I think I'm fine now, okay? So, I'm just gonna head out. I'm sure I can find the campsites on my own so don't worry about me." Blue began to slowly sidestep, keeping his eyes trained on Lofgren and making a large circle toward the door.<br/><br/>"It was really nice meeting you." Blue offered Lofgren a nervous, half-hearted grin as he approached the door. He was so close, close enough to reach out and grip the door handle. Maybe Lofgren would just let him leave. If he were lucky, he wouldn't have any more encounters with wild beasts on his way back to his car. The walk would be long. Blue, not wanting to have to pay for the parking at the entrance, had left his car hidden along the long two-lane highway about half a mile away from the main campsite, hopefully well enough that it wouldn't be spotted by a passing officer. It was a daunting journey, especially while injured and covered in blood, but it was still better than remaining here with Lofgren any longer.<br/><br/>Blue stretched out his fingers, brushing the door handle lightly.<i>Please just let me leave, </i>he begged silently.<i>I just want to go home.</i>