Stellan scolded him for his actions and Colten lowered his head, more openly guilty, though he'd obviously known before that what he'd done was wrong. It was easier when it had been Alden talking and encouraging him. 'If not you, then it'll just be someone else. You may as well'. It hadn't taken much convincing to get Colten going back for seconds, and then thirds.<br/><br/>“It was just nice. It's usually me they're picking on,” Colten said. “I didn't want him to die. Sieger didn't have to go that far.” He was explaining more and Stellan was trying to put everything together. Colten shook his head.<br/><br/>“No, Lofgren didn't. I don't think he would have. Killed him, I mean,” Colten said, almost in defense. Lofgren was his alpha and he was still blindly faithful in that naive kind of way. It was easier for Colten to be mad at Sieger than actually take responsibility for his actions and the actions of his pack mates. Colten flinched when Stellan asked him to take him to Jamsen. He didn't really want to meet the gaze of the senior wolf after so recently being reprimanded by Stellan.<br/><br/>“Okay,” he said, a bit dejectedly. He knew Jamsen was keeping to the outskirts, out of Lofgren's way. He wouldn't be difficult to find if they went looking.<br/><br/>“He had dark hair. Pale skin. He was tall, but he wasn't large. Like I said, he was pretty. Didn't take long for him to get too skinny, not that it seemed to bother anyone. Alden liked him a lot. Garlan attacked him and I thought he was going to die, but Alden sewed him back up. It wasn't long after that when Sieger was going up,” Colten described, recalling what he remembered of the human.<br/><br/>“Lofgren said the human liked it with him. I couldn't ever get him to like it, but Lof knows more about these things than I do.” Colten shrugged. Lofgren liked to play with the boy and then call him a whole manner of colorful things when he'd not been able to control the reactions of his body. “I think he got bored when he stopped reacting so much, but Alden still wanted him around.” For reasons that were more obvious to some than they had been to Colten. Alden had never cared much for the boy but he liked the closeness he gained from using him with his alpha.<br/><br/>Jamsen wasn't too far off from them. He never went too far on account of him not being as mobile as he used to be. Lofgren had seen to that upon his return, tearing into the old man for going to Sieger. They were sure he was going to kill him. It had gone on far longer than it should have, even with Jamsen trying to show the alpha proper respect with his body. The damage was obvious, healing wounds littering Jamsen's weather-worn skin. He'd gotten up gingerly to greet Stellan, a slowness to his gait that had more to do with age. Lofgren had grabbed him at his pelvis, crushing and shaking and old bones didn't heal the same even if they'd tried to put him back together after.<br/><br/>“Was wondering when you'd be getting back around,” Jamsen said, eyes moving onto Colten, who was avoiding looking at him altogether. “You smell like you had a good time,” he said, cracking a smile. Jamsen didn't really blame Stellan for keeping his distance, especially the more Lofgren got out of control. He stood behind what he'd done for the pack, even if it had costed him dearly.