<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Blue wasn't happy and it was apparent Alaric wasn't concerned. The way he saw it was Eivind had gotten used to having a mate around and he was back to his usual distractions. Blue's fussing wasn't going to change all the years he'd seen Eivind come and go, usually for much longer than a few days.<br/>
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“Eivind isn't hurt. He skates by every time. He's careful,” Alaric argued. “If we all rushed out when someone was gone a few days no one would get any actual work done here.” It didn't seem to make any sort of difference. He'd really been trying to put Blue at ease but all he did was set his jaw stubbornly and claim he was going out on his own. Alaric was glaring, wondering if he'd go to the effort of stopping the human from making stupid choices. When it was apparent Alaric wasn't going to be convinced Blue turned to Sig instead, kneeling down in front of him. The smaller wolf looked between them nervously.<br/>
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“I'm sorry, Blue. I think Alaric is right for the time being. We should give it a little more time,” Sig said, feeling poorly for it, but if Blue threw a tantrum that was just fine. It would look that much more convincing but he still didn't like to see Blue get worked out. Alaric seemed pleased that Sig had sided with him but no sooner had he left the smaller wolf was packing up supplies to take with them hastily. He apologized to Blue again, this time for the real reason.<br/>
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“He wasn't going to let you go,” Sig told him in explanation, knowing it would be easier to get away without interference. “I didn't want to sit around and deliberate with half the pack either.” He shrugged, not really caring about their opinion if they were not willing to simply jump to action. He didn't like how easy they dismissed Eivind even if this was his usual. Circumstances were different and he'd seen them together.<br/>
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“Maybe you're wrong. Worth a look though. Calm down, eat something big before we go.” Sig was rushing around pilfering through things that might be useful to them. He didn't know where everything was and that was evident. He did find the hunting rifle he'd been going on about with Daniel.<br/>
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“I wonder if he recognizes the sound of his own gun,” Sig stated in contemplation, though he didn't know how often Eivind actually shot the thing. “Maybe we can call Eivind to us. I'm sure it's loud.” Big game rifles usually were and Sig assumed that was what it was. “At any rate, it'll definitely put holes in something. Better safe than sorry, right?” Sig didn't want to be the one to accompany Blue out of the cabin only to get him hurt either but he felt like they could make do. Sig could take on most things and even another werewolf might think twice if they were pointing the end of the rifle at it. For the most part, he packed light, only taking what was needed. They needed to move quickly.<br/>
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“I'll need to find his trail. Do you have any idea which direction he might have preferred to go?” Sig wondered. He wasn't the greatest tracker and Blue did know Eivind better than he did. Sig as a wolf was lighter in color, browns and soft beige. He was fine boned and smaller than Eivind, not really all that intimidating just as he wasn't all that intimidating as a man but hopefully, it was just a matter of tracking Eivind down. If they were lucky all that would be hurt was Eivind's pride.<br/>
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Actual tracking him was no easy task. Eivind had done a lot of back and forth and some of the smells were old ones. This was Eivind's home forest and he had gone for runs in it before going off to hunt. It was all very confusing and he tried not to let on just how much he was struggling. He knew it would only make Blue more upset. Sig kept wanting to take a north path, but that didn't seem right. It had to be wrong. Hunting wasn't very good out in the mountains. Wolves were not cats. They were not all that great at climbing. Tree cover and flat ground were much more beneficial to them.</span></span>