<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind didn't really need to hear of the situation. All he'd known is he'd caught wind of someone unfamiliar, and when he made it back to camp, another male was trying to cover Blue. He didn't know why it was so hard for others to keep their hands to themselves, but this stranger was about to get a lesson in why it was important to remember. Blue was screaming, his insistence more urgent when Eivind didn't stop. When he stopped though, it was to assess Blue. He could always go back to killing the other fellow once he made sure Blue was okay. Eivind had his hands upon him, seeking reassurance for himself that he was, in fact, intact, but just the same he meant to offer the comfort of what was becoming a familiar touch. Blue told him he was fine, saying he hadn't hurt him, just scared him.<br/>
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Blue was touching him in return, folding closer to him as he made the connection between them clear. Eivind was surprised hearing the way Blue had put it, and it softened him slightly.<br/>
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“Alright, you're his and he's yours,” the stranger accepted agreeably. Though he was clearly a bit puzzled why they hadn't pursued things more. He looked dead at Eivind, raising his brow in askance.<br/>
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“I don't see why you're waiting. Seems a bit cruel, if you ask me.”<br/>
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“I didn't,” Eivind growled.<br/>
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The fellow, happy even after getting pummeled, turned his attention back to Blue, taking in all of his questions, and his little bit of advice. The larger wolf was still glaring, but seeing as his mate had engaged him in further conversation, he wasn't too worried.<br/>
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The stranger shrugged.<br/>
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“I've managed so far. It.. works in my favor about half the time.” He thought for a moment, calculating if he thought it was worth it. After a nod of approval, he seemed pleased enough with the odds.<br/>
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“My name is Sigrun, but please, Sig is all that's necessary. We're all friends here.” He smiled charmingly, even if he was being a touch sarcastic. Eivind didn't seem keen on him, even with his friendly demeanor, and Sig could understand why. Seemed like they were over complicating their situation, not fucking right away.<br/>
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“I can see why you're so frustrated,” he said, his voice directed at Eivind. “Must be driving you crazy, not staking a claim to that nice piece of ass.” He'd meant it in only the most complimentary of ways, but Eivind couldn't believe his presumptuous nature.<br/>
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“How often do you get your ass beat?” Eivind inquired. Sig laughed.<br/>
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“Not as often as you might think.” He rubbed his jaw where Eivind had hit him.<br/>
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“My pack.. I guess you could say that I don't have one, but I rather like to think I just have many,” Sig explained. “I'm not a lone wolf. Not really. I just like to travel. Meet new people. Experience new things. I was on my way after staying a few months with a pack further west. Wanted to see what was out here.” He shook his head.<br/>
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“I ran across one pack, and when I say ran, I mean I didn't stick around. Scavenging a bit, and one big muther fucker, a lot bigger than you,” he tipped his head at Eivind, “chased me off. Well out of the range of his territory. Mean son of a bitch, I could tell. I know there's another pack south of here. I was going there next.”<br/>
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“Why?” Eivind demanded, gathering it was Lofgren he'd happened across, and that Sig was now headed towards his own pack. Sig shrugged again.<br/>
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“Why not? More sexual conquests,” he joked, shaking his head to signal it. “Seriously though, I like to see new pack dynamics. They're all very different. It's interesting to me. If they weren't very friendly, or they chased me off, I would have went ahead and gone into town. I like to drink with humans. They're interesting too. Fun, in their own way, but you likely know that already. Or at least you're going to figure it out if you play your cards right.” Another well placed look of encouragement that did nothing to charm Eivind.</span></span>