Stellan was cautious in his approach, his head slung low and hackles raised even before Lofgren's scent assaulted his nostrils. The wolf growled as Lofgren's larger, stronger form pounced on him, tearing into his throat with savage teeth, intent on drawing blood. Unlike many of the smaller wolves, Stellan did not immediately submit, tossing his head and snapping at Lofgren when the wolf got too close. He felt loose fur catch in his teeth and blood in his mouth, dribbling along his tongue as he nipped Lofgren once along his ribs, another time in the left shoulder. The two wolves tumbled together, but unlike the playful and flirtatious play he had indulged in with Sig, this fighting was meant to teach Stellan a lesson. Lofgren's aggression was a means to an end, a blatant display of dominance meant to punish Stellan for staying away too long and not obeying his alpha's orders. Stellan had expected such a reaction, and after receiving a few good bites and tears he knew were going to leave him cut up and bruised, Stellan backed off, collapsing onto his side and rolling over to expose his belly. Though he didn't think Lofgren would go so far as to kill him for resisting, pushing the big alpha past his limit wasn't a smart idea. As he planned on going back to Sig as soon as possible, allowing himself to get handicapped by Lofgren didn't seem like the best choice.<br/><br/>Lofgren stood over Stellan, sniffing and soaking up all the scents the latter's fur held. The submitting wolf realized only too late that while it was unlikely the alpha would be able to smell any traces of Eivind or Blue, Sig would be all over him, and Lofgren would be curious. The alpha gave him one last punishing bite before moving off, allowing Stellan to shift back as he lay in the grass. Blood leaked from various points along his body were Lofgren had cut deep either with claws or teeth, but Stellan shook of the injuries as he stood. Lofgren could have done much worse if he wanted.<br/><br/>"A bit distracted, yes," Stellan replied stiffly, rolling his shoulders back as he moved toward Lofgren. "I needed to fuck. I'm sure you know the feeling, Lof. You know a good piece of ass when you see one." Lofgren's penchant for fucking his wolves whenever, wherever certainly wasn't a secret among the pack. Thankfully, Lofgren had never seemed interested in mounting Stellan, and Stellan never complained. He had no desire to increase his standing with the pack. He was already one of the bigger, stronger wolves and earned respect simply by sheer force if necessary. He was more than happy to leave vying for the alpha's cock to his weaker packmates.<br/><br/>He was displeased to know Lofgren was at least somewhat aware of who Sig was. Lying about it would do no good, but Stellan wasn't about to give everything away to Lofgren, either. "He's very fast," he replied, shrugging lightly. "I like the small ones. They feel better."<br/><br/>Eager to direct the alpha's attention elsewhere, Stellan furrowed his brow as he sniffed the air. "I didn't smell Alden when I came through. He usually likes to run down here. Know where I can find him? Or Colten? I promised the little guy I would tell 'im about my trip when I came back. Y'know how he likes hearing about the women in the city."