Sig could tell all of this was trying for Stellan. Violence thrummed just beneath the surface of his skin. Generally, Sig could get himself out of messy situations but these wolves were led by a poor example. They didn't respect one another and so he didn't believe they would extend any such courtesy to an outsider. Stellan kissed him and he could feel his agitation and arousal. Sig had no intention of running this time but didn't say so out loud. He was almost always on his own so it was necessary but it hadn't felt that way here lately. He was there for Blue and Eivind, and he was with Stellan. He planned on remaining with him throughout the night.<br/><br/>The little wolf shifted and followed after Stellan, though gave him space when he approached the older wolf. It wasn't necessary and Jamsen said so out loud.<br/><br/>“Good to finally meet the little wolf who has your attention. Good to see you again, too,” Jamsen said. “Go enjoy yourselves.”<br/><br/>Playing catch up gave them a chance to really stretch out and run. That felt good at least, as Sig had missed coming out to the forest to run with the big male. He hoped the hard part of the evening was over and that Lofgren wouldn't pay him any more attention. He wasn't so worried about the other wolves. Sig was counting the numbers they had now. One of their biggest assets he realized was Stellan himself. If he could convince him to take a back seat, maybe refuse in some way, Lofgren would have a hard time challenging the other alpha. Of course, that provided it's own dangers to Stellan. Lofgren didn't seem the type to tolerate refusal.<br/><br/>Sig stayed close to Stellan but gave distance when a tussle broke out. It wasn't the violent kind, just the normal boisterous practice fighting that helped to establish bonds within the pack. It would also give the big male a chance to burn off some energy. The little wolf knew Garlan was testing the man's patience when he came to engage Sig while Stellan was distracted with another wolf. Likely he remembered the situation in the garage. Sig remembered too, and more than that, he knew what Garlan had done to his friend. Sig's viciousness hadn't been expected. Garlan had gone in thinking he could bully the little wolf but Sig grabbed the side of his neck when he got in close. Garlan yelped and a more serious sort of fight erupted between the two. It was clear Sig wasn't well versed in seriously engaging anyone but he was giving it a respectable effort, not having to award this asshole the same sort of submission that he had to with Lofgren. The last thing he needed the pack to think was that he was entirely weak and Garlan certainly had it coming.<br/><br/>One of them was going to end up hurt before it was over. That was the sort of fight it was turning into. Both had drawn blood, snarls, and the gnashing of teeth. The little wolf could have gotten away but he didn't retreat, funneling his rage from earlier. Even though Sig wasn't part of the pack Lofgren seemed content to sit back and watch the excitement even as he put another rip in Garlan's sorry hide. Surprisingly, the little wolf was holding his own. Garlan had underestimated Sig. He was a sloppy sort of fighter. Garlan had only been wanting to scare him a little more but now that the wolf had called his bluff he couldn't be made a fool in front of the others.<br/><br/>Sig imagined he played this same sort of game with Blue, trying to scare him. He couldn't imagine the terror he must have felt, knowing he was alone in all of it. The easygoing wolf was rarely pushed to anger but that was all he saw in the situation, envisioning this bully terrorizing his friend. He couldn't do anything about Lofgren but Garlan could be an outlet for his outrage. No one would understand why the little wolf was so hell bent on tearing out Garlan's throat except for Stellan.