Blue stepped in, putting a hand on Eivind's chest with words meant to rein him back in. It went over marginally better than Sig trying to do the same thing, but it didn't shift Eivind's focus.<br/><br/>“That's not<i>Daniel</i>.” That Eivind had remembered his name was something. He'd assumed that when Blue mentioned something about Sig bringing someone back for dinner that was who he was talking about. He didn't care in that case and had only waved his hand dismissively. Sig was welcome to do what he wanted, at least so long as he didn't drag home people tied to Lofgren.<br/><br/>Stellan reacted by raising his hands in a somewhat placating gesture, confused. He explained that Sig had invited him and that he was under the impression all was well. He wasn't interested in Blue. He didn't even know his name, and Eivind's fury rose. The wolf made it clear he wouldn't mind stepping outside, pointing out Eivind's vulnerability. It made the wolf want to lash out that much more. In his state, he'd need to overcompensate in order to protect what was his. He didn't understand why Blue was trying to stop him at all but as he looked at him he didn't see recognition in Blue's face at all. No fear and his anger was directed at him alone. Anger at him for his reaction to the new wolf.<br/><br/>“Leave it to Sig to go get friendly with one of Lofgren's pack,” Eivind growled, mostly to Blue. So that he would understand. Maybe with Blue senses he didn't recognize him right away. Maybe he was just a shadow in that half-delirious state he found him. Regardless, Eivind didn't need Blue holding him back because he was injured. Eivind was calculating instead, deciding the best course of action to get around Blue. They weren't going to step outside at all. Eivind would settle things in his home, or at least he'd try. This was his pack's territory and a fight breaking out would garner attention.<br/><br/>“You brash muther fucker,” he said, a little unbelieving that someone like him would come waltzing into his home after what had happened with his mate. He felt betrayed by Sig that he would lay down with any of them, no matter that he didn't know the story. The accusatory look he sent Sig's way had the little wolf confused, but it was enough to warn him away from Eivind. The tension wasn't decreasing. Eivind's anger was only growing, and Stellan was stepping closer, body language still easy, but it was clear to Sig he wouldn't shy from a fight. He's simply pointed out to Eivind why it was unwise, though the alpha wolf had never much been the rational sort.<br/><br/>Sig went to Stellan instead, knowing that the proximity would do them no good. Once contact was made he knew how difficult it would be to get the two of them apart. Worse than it had been when Eivind jumped all over Vincent.<br/><br/>“What the fuck are you on about? Of course it's not Daniel! There is no Daniel thanks to my psycho friend that tried to choke someone out in the middle of a packed club!” Sig had got between them, placing a hand on Stellan's abdomen and pressing into him with his shoulder, clearly trying to urge him away.<br/><br/>“Are your meds messing with your mind? This is ridiculous, Eivind, even for you!” Sig didn't know the entire situation but he did know that keeping the two apart would go a long way towards salvaging the evening. They had Eivind's weakness on their side. He was clutching the end to the railing, having reached the bottom of the stairs, favoring his one good leg and resting the other. By the way he'd came down the stairs Sig doubted he would have given pause except that he knew he wasn't at his best. Sig looked to Blue for support.<br/><br/>“Stellan, let's go outside.” He didn't take his eyes off Blue, hoping he could calm the furious man down. “I'm going to see if I can find Alaric. Tell him Eivind has lost his fucking mind and we need to find a tranq gun.” Such palpable aggression had to be a bad reaction to whatever he was taking, though it seemed as if Eivind knew of this stranger. Once outside, on the porch, he asked.<br/><br/>“You two know one another? Bad blood, maybe. I mean, I know Eivind has an issue with that big alpha a territory over. I never stuck around there long enough to figure out what the issue was, though I can guess why the two of them don't get along. Didn't realize it would extend down to the rest of the pack.” Sig hadn't known that it all tied to Blue, though he was starting to put things together by the scars on his body and Eivind's over-protectiveness. He'd been attacked, probably by Lofgren, though he wasn't aware of the circumstances. He's never asked about any of it and no one had brought anything up.<br/><br/>He went back to the truck to find the phone he'd brought with him, both to find the phone and to get Stellan a little further away from the cabin. He texted Alaric.<br/><br/>'<i>Eivind's being a fuckwit. Anything you gave him that could be making him act crazy?</i>'<br/><br/>Sig sighed, looking to Stellan, apologizing.<br/><br/>“He's.. okay sometimes, I promise. I did ask. I didn't expect he would throw himself down the stairs to get to you. Blue will talk him down.. I'm sure he just didn't like the surprise is all in his current state.”<br/><br/>Alaric texted back.<br/><br/>'<i>No. That's just Eivind. New wolf here?</i>'