Sig nodded, telling himself the same thing. That it would be okay. Blue was smart. They still had the advantage. They were the ones playing Lofgren this time, not the other way around. He helped Blue put himself back together so he wasn’t running simply in blind panic. The way Lofgren wanted him. It had to happen quickly, but Sig thought he’d been successful. Blue leaned in to kiss him quickly before heading back off again. Sig watched him run, frowning, worry consuming him. It was up to Blue now and Sig couldn’t keep following. Instead he turned around and backtracked towards the direction his mate had been in, hoping to find him in one piece.<br/><br/>Lofgren had toyed with Stellan for a little while, seemingly unworried about giving the human a good head start. He was confident that it wouldn’t be much different than it had been before, fear consuming him, making him stupid. A scared rabbit that would run right back into his jaws. Stellan had been good for taking some of the brunt force of his temper, something he knew he couldn’t use against delicate humans he wanted to keep around. A good, healthy tussle between two large wolves in their prime. There was blood and bruising but no attempt to open a throat or a soft belly. Stellan was pack, after all.<br/><br/>Eventually, he did trot off, panting and bloody, excited for the hunt. The trail was all over the place, confusing Lofgren in some places. The boy was in better shape than he’d been before, covering more ground than he’d thought he’d been able to. It was then that he realized what he’d been doing. Leading him out towards the mountains. Not the scared rabbit anymore, he was actually making a respectable attempt at escaping him. The mountains didn’t intimidate Lofgren though, and neither did Blue who needed to be broken a second time apparently. It didn’t really make him angry, the young man being obstinate, but rather pleased him. He enjoyed a challenge almost as much as he enjoyed a rebreaking process. He followed up the mountain, taking his time. He knew the human couldn't get speed any more than he could with the terrain he was traveling in so there was no need to rush. The boy was going to run out of options eventually and then Lofgren would have him cornered.<br/><br/>Sig rushed back to Stellan. There was blood. He knew he should have expected it but smelling it made his heart drop into his stomach. Instinct told him to be alarmed and that something was wrong even if he knew the situation he’d left Stellan in. All that he could process now was there’d been a threat and he couldn’t make it back to his mate fast enough. There was guilt, for leaving in the first place. He knew Stellan understood but he still went to him, concerned and hunkered down, placating. He crouched beside him, ears flatted, rubbing his face into thick, stained fur.