Blue watched with heavily-lidded eyes and a tight mouth as Stellan seemed to stiffen beneath the weight of Sig's disapproval. As far as the human was concerned, it was an understandable reaction on his friend's part. Had Eivind suggested an idea so stupidly noble, Blue doubted he would have entertained the possibility. But Blue knew, all the way down in the depths of gut where all his fears and dark thoughts festered, Eivind would never leave him. Stellan may not have realized just how torturous it would have been to be separated from his mate for more than a few hours. Things were still fresh, the hormones still burning, longing to touch and smell. If the tattooed wolf thought he could suffer just to keep his mate safe, he was fooling himself. Thankfully, Sig didn't want to hear it, and Stellan didn't argue again.<br/><br/>“You and I both know picking up more wolves isn't an option,” Blue countered, eyes faraway as he stared beyond his company, seeing something neither of the other males could. “Eivind almost murdered you when we met, and you're the sweetest wolf I know. He only barely trusts Stellan now. He's not going to get along well with random stray wolves.”<br/><br/>Blue paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. He felt as if his neurons were on ablaze, lighting up his skull like a bright, glowing bulb. “Besides,” he began, his voice low, crawling, and prudent. “I'm not suggesting we send Eivind and Stellan up against him face-to-face. It would be a stupid and rash plan, and your mate and my boyfr—fiancé—would end up as ragged piles of fur and flesh.” The thought was grotesque, not a topic on which Blue wished to linger. “I'm thinking, instead of rushing in like idiots, claws out and snarling, we be... smarter. You know, sneaky.”<br/><br/>“Sneaky?” Stellan interjected, curious. The wolf had one eyebrow raised, simultaneously inquisitive and skeptical.<br/><br/>“Yeah. You said he never lets his guard down around other wolves, right?” Blue said, nodding to Sig. “So, we don't send in another wolf. We send in someone who Lofgren would have zero reason to fear. We—we send in me.”<br/><br/>The last sentence was breathy, a staggered whisper spoken with a palpable trepidation. “Lofgren doesn't fear humans, and he'd probably be...<i>excited</i>to see me again.”<br/><br/>“Blue, I don't know about this,” Stellan offered, shaking his head and tossing his gaze to Sig, eyebrows knit and mouth twisted up in a grimace as if to say,<i>What are you waitin' for? Talk 'im out of this before he gets himself killed.</i><br/><br/>“Look, I know it sounds fucked up. But when Eivind got hurt, Alaric gave him some kind of medicine to keep him still. I don't really member what it was.” Blue frowned, trying to recall the name of the plant in Alaric's concoction and coming up with nothing. “It doesn't have any significant effect on humans, but it temporarily paralyzes werewolves. Give Lofgren enough and it'd probably kill him, but I don't know if we'd have the chance to do that. But... if I can get just enough in his mouth to seize him up... then we'd have a chance. Lofgren is only a threat as long as he can move.”