<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind wasn't sure why Blue was getting irritated with him over his behavior. Under the circumstances, the other male was lucky to be alive at all. Most generally didn't take too kindly to someone climbing upon their mate, most certainly not enough to sit and have a conversation over a shared meal, and eventually, Sig did eat. <br/>
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“Nice to meet you then, Blue.” Sig held out his hand to shake, more a human custom than a werewolf one. He tipped his head towards Eivind. “And you too, even though I kind of fucked up the hello.” He gave a sheepish grin like he was a little embarrassed over his actions, and how things had turned out. <br/>
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“Oh,” was all Sig said in regards to Blue making a comment about Eivind not giving him a nickname. He could hear the desire there, but he doubted the other wolf picked up on that. They seemed.. awfully new to one another. Sig wondered how long they'd been together, and under what circumstances to bring forth such an unusual connection. They brought it back around, Sig providing insight into what he could. <br/>
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“I'm saying it's a theory. I didn't study it like she did. Like I said, our time was spent together putting our minds to task in <i>other</i> ways,” Sig explained. “As you can imagine, werewolf biologists are hard to come by. Maybe I should have paid better attention.” Sig shrugged. Blue seemed to be grasping what he was speaking of, while Eivind mostly <i>didn't</i>. Not that the older wolf didn't seem like he was trying. Blue had reached to touch him, and Sig wondered if he'd touched upon a topic that maybe he shouldn't have. It was easy to move along with Blue asking him so many things. <br/>
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“Have you told him anything reassuring?” Sig questioned Eivind with a shake of his head. The other male didn't answer, but some of the anger had faded from his body since speaking about his mother, and now he was listening in for the answers to Blue's questions. It occurred to him that maybe neither of them knew. Eivind has already said there were no wolf/human pairings on his father's side. <br/>
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“I can't speak for humans, but to me, it seemed the same. They were just as devoted as their wolf partner. In most cases, anyway. On the same token, I've seen a human be able to reject the pairing far more than the wolf was capable. I think that's because humans like to go against nature, not that you seem to be trying. Wasn't really a good situation, and many argued that it wasn't a true pairing if one could reject the claim. It's hard to say,” he explained, and Eivind frowned. Blue didn't seem like he was trying to do anything like that, but it was still a worry for him. <br/>
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“The wolf must have been miserable,” Eivind supplied. <br/>
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“Oh, she absolutely was. Maybe they've worked it out since, or she found closure. I'd like to think so,” Sig decided, moving along. <br/>
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“No, I've not heard of anything putting time into studying the human side of the equation. You have to understand that our resources and means are limited. We can't just publish scientific theory on a large scale like you can. Our networking it limited. We're very broken up. The packs live in their own little worlds. I'd like that to change. I have notes, you see. Nothing organized, just what I take a fancy to. Connections I see made between packs and differences.” Nothing on him, of course, seeing as he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. <br/>
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“Do you have reason to think you might be drawn to wolves outside of this pairing?” Sig wondered, trying figure out where this was coming from, and why Blue wanted to know. “I don't see why they wouldn't be made to be with wolves. They can function together just fine, and wolves can function alongside them with a little self-control. I don't know if there is a genetic reason for it, but some humans do seem inexplicably drawn to werewolves. Or maybe it's just my charming personality.” Sig's grin widened, and he flopped down, stretching, still getting in bites of food between everything. <br/>
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“Really, thank you. It's been hell hunting out here. I don't know how you took down a fucking moose. Everything is huge out here, even the werewolves. Maybe there's something in the water. Damn,” Sig chattered on, though he knew he was smaller than average. Compact, he liked to say. <br/>
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“What are you two doing out here anyway?”</span></span>