The new piece of information that Eivind had resources Blue wasn't privy to was interesting, but it seemed that neither Eivind nor Blue had to energy to talk about it at the moment. It was a quick reminder that there was still a lot Blue didn't know about his mate, and at some point he would have to ask more questions and get the older male to spill about what he had saved away, and what their options actually were. Perhaps Eivind was more inclined to considering living away from the pack than Blue had previously thought.<br/><br/>Blue fell asleep on top of Eivind, his head resting on the wolf's chest so he could dream to the rhythm of his steady heartbeat. As the night crept forward, Blue turned and would rustle in his sleep, but Eivind never let him venture too far away. There were one or two moments where Blue awoke for mere seconds, feeling around in the grass for some indication of where he was and who he was with, but his mind always settled the moment his fingers came into contact with Eivind's warm skin. He would roll and turn back into Eivind, tucking himself against his body and nuzzling whatever part of Eivind his face could find. His breathing would slow once more, and he would drift back to sleep, his thin limbs wrapped around his companion.<br/><br/>When he awoke, he was still wrapped around Eivind, and Sig was moving around the fire. He stretched his long, aching body and heard his spine crack as he reached his arms up above his head. The sunlight was peaking through the breaks in the branches and leaves above their heads, but the air was still cool, leaving Blue to believe that it still must have been early morning. Blue hadn't bothered with the fire all night, but it seemed like Sig had taken care of things for them, and the flames still flickered happily, grasping for the sky. Sig noticed Blue was awake and called to him, so Blue slowly got to his feet and moved to Sig's side, looking over his shoulder at Eivind to make sure the wolf wasn't too disturbed by him leaving. The small wolf asked him for a knife, so Blue moved to their bag and grabbed the needed tool so Sig could cut up some odd-looking root he had dug up. Perhaps this was how Sig managed to feed himself when he wasn't receiving hand outs from strangers.<br/><br/>Once Eivind had roused himself, the three males ate in relative silence, although Sig would open his mouth sporadically to comment on something. The weather, his travels, the taste of the moose. There didn't seem to be anything that Sig<i>didn't</i>want to talk about. Blue enjoyed it; Sig was a welcome change from Eivind's quiet, gruff demeanor, although Blue had come to appreciate his wolf's contemplative silences. When it was time to leave, all three of them helped in killing the fire and collecting all of the smoked meat and supplies. Eivind took the lead, but Sig seemed to know a few tricks, most likely things he had learned during his wanderings. Although it was apparent that Eivind didn't<i>need</i>any of Sig's suggestions, Blue was pleased to see that the larger wolf at least considered them, and sometimes he took them when he saw how they would benefit the three travelers.<br/><br/>When Sig wasn't offering Eivind hiking advice, he was hanging back and entertaining Blue with stories about his sexual conquests, all that left Blue smiling and blushing. He wasn't a stranger to sex, not by any means, but Blue had only a handful of boyfriends in his life, most of them not lasting incredibly long. Sig, on the other hand, had so many stories Blue wouldn't have been surprised if he fucked a new lover every other day, assuming he could find anyone to seduce while wandering the forests. There couldn't have been many humans out here other than Blue--at least, there shouldn't have been as the forests were hundreds of miles of protected land--but surely there were more wolves around. Lofgren's and Sieger's packs couldn't have been the only ones.<br/><br/>After a particularly scintillating story that left Blue feeling slightly aroused and eager to explore a variety of intriguing positions Sig had described, the three stopped, and Sig said he wasn't going to stay. Blue's face transformed into a soft frown. "So soon?" he asked quietly, looking to Eivind quickly before placing his gaze back on Sig. "How are we supposed to find you again? You don't seem like the type to stay in one place for very long." Although he shouldn't have expected much from Sig, none of them owed anything to one another, he was felt sad that the wolf would be leaving them. They certainly hadn't started off on the right foot, but Blue had become fond of Sig very quickly, and without a doubt had earned a place as Blue's second favorite wolf behind Eivind.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the information, and the stories," Blue said, feeling himself compelled to take Sig into his arms and give him a warm, tight hug. His arms wrapped easily around Sig's waist and he held him there against his chest for a moment before letting go. "Don't be a stranger. If you smell us around again, come say hello. Just . . . don't sneak up on me again, okay?"<br/><br/>When Sig had scampered off, Blue's gaze lingered after him for a moment. He was so different from any other wolf he had met, but he seemed able to make his situation work for him, despite his relative uselessness. He was a survivor, perhaps like Blue to a degree, but not a hunter like Eivind. What Sig offered to the other wolves, beside his body, must have information, charm, and a playfulness to which Blue could relate. Sig had gotten his mind turning, and possibilities for his future with wolves seemed much brighter.<br/><br/>"Do you want to go that way, the way Sig said?" Blue asked finally, turning back to Eivind and offering the wolf his hands and a smile. "You know I'm always a fan of rivers."