By the White Wolf

My first fanfic featuring the pairings of Wolverine and Colossus. (Among others as the story develops.)

Synopsis: Piotr bought a cabin in the forests of Canada; a getaway that he enjoys going to during his time off. After switching to a more flexible job, he is able to work at home, prompting him to choose to move there permanently. During a hike to the woods, he found himself being stalked by something in the night…hope this this turns out good.

Wolverine, Colossus, Banshee, Cannonball, and Captain America listed are not mine as they are copyrighted by Marvel


Chapter 1- A Preamble to introduce most of the characters.

Moving out to the forest was the best idea I've thought of since finding the cabin. About 30 minutes to the nearest town, it gives me the better of two worlds, and best of all, there's a couple of farms near close enough, that I'll be able to buy the freshest foods around. I loved coming here ever since my first expedition here; I love the feel of the open air-the freshness of it all.

"Snowflake would love the view here." I say as I place some pictures of family around. "Still can't believe she has grown so much. Even wanting me to stop with the "kiddy nickname" as she puts it. *Heh* like she can ever stop being my little snowflake."

A grin on my smile shows both for the memories and as I finish moving the last bunch of boxes in. A two-story cabin, furnishings are simple as I finally get to arrange the rest of the furniture now that it's out of the van. A simple abode, with kitchen, bathroom with pluming that actually works(being glad for that), yet also generates its own electricity with a small generator. Can't work without it, you know, as I work in animation, I must have this at least.

Interesting how I came to this, working freelance with various small studios gives one a flexible set of hours and I'm able to work without the hassle of clocking in, and thanks to the wonders of internet and Skype, I can do video conference if ever I'm needed to join in a meeting. Grateful, I am for the simplicity of technology and what it can accomplish.

Light starts to dim as the calm of night envelops his new home. To commemorate the first day, grabbed a drink and my drawing kit. I sat a blanket on the ground a couple of yards away and drew my surroundings, the light from the house being my only source for vision. It's been interesting, drawing in gray-scale as the half-moon illuminates the night sky. After a bit, I sat down my pencil and paper, grabbed my beer and laid back to enjoy what I couldn't back in Portland—a map of the whole starry sky.

I hear some howls echo in the distance as wolves sing good tune this night. I even feel like I want to join them, as I did way back when; I love listening to them. The wind blew lightly as the moonlight lit an outline on the trees. It made for an interesting setup.

"A couple of minutes and I already feel ready to dose off…" a yawn creeps out of me as the day's move takes its toll. "Maybe I'll sleep for a few minutes" he starts to say, as he hears the calm of the forest, "Too calm" he feels as there is barely a sound to be heard-no insects, no birds, nor the howling of the wolves. I hear something a distance away, movement slowly coming closer. I think I see shadows off into the distance. Taking little chance this being a hallucination, as not trusting your instincts could be fatal out here, I grab my stuff and rush to the house.

Panic races through me as he reaches and slams the door. Peeking out the window, he sees nothing out there, save for the trees brushing around. "*Sigh* Last time I sleep outside after drinking" the Russian says out loud as he brushes of the cold sweat of his daydreamed nightmare. "Shoot-" he bemoaned as he observed the state of his drawings. Crinkled during his fright, he straightened them out best he could before setting them on his desk. "What else needs to be done for tomorrow?" he thinks as he heads in to his room on the second story. "I think I can finish most of the boxes before the sun sets; that should make a great layout…"

As I turn in for the night, I can't lose this smile. Can't believe I have such a beautiful place to myself.

Piotr sleeps, unaware that his abode is being watched. Watched by someone who dislikes the intrusion of his territory. Despite wanting to drive away the intruder from his lands, he doesn't. There's something about this being that makes me hesitate wanting to rip him apart like any other who walked to my territory. I think I'll keep an eye on him. Leaving with a growl, he communes with the shadows. Illuminated from the moonlight, a pack of wolves emerge from the trees. He wants to keep an eye on the intruder, see if it's a threat to the pack.

He grunts and motions, as though the wild man can communicate with them. Yet, that is the case, and with a "skint," of his claws, the wolves break back into the shadows. One last look at the cabin, followed by a "skint" to reel his claws in, and he was gone.


The next day went by pretty fast, unpacking majority of the boxes into the evening; I have enough time to drive to a farm and pick up dinner before the it gets too late. Driving up to the first farm on my list, Cassidy dairy. I spotted two people walking out of a barn. I walked over and introduced myself to, as it turns out, the owner and his daughter.

"Hello, neighbor, I am Piotr Rasputin your new neighbor. I moved in at the cabin in the woods."

"Och, welcome t' me humble farm; Th' names Sean Cassidy, an dis is m' daughter, Theresa. What can I do ya fer?" He gave me a big grin, happy at the prospect of meeting someone new. Theresa just gawked at him.

"I take it you rarely get new visitors round here, let alone a new resident?" Piotr chuckled a bit.

"Aye, not many changes round here. Though, tis be true we're a bit out of the way, we keep up with the various happenings of the community; shoot, the town south of 'ere is where I commute t' take Theresa t' school. My farm delivers a ton a business to th' town so if y'need to know who t' go to fer anything, I could set ya up with people who'll not steer ya wrong."

"Spasibo, for the offer." Already, I've met a decent comrade first time around. "Might I ask what products you have?"

Theresa pulled something out of a pocket and handed it to me. A menu of what they produce and sell, the prices look pretty decent. I pointed to some of the cheese products that caught my eye, and was recommended to try raw milk instead of processed. I hesitated at the thought, but after hearing some of the health benefits, compared to pasteurize, I decided to give it a try. Before I left, they gave me a house-warming cheese basket with goat milk (I like trying different things) and some meat slices from the next farm I'm going to next. With a better set of directions to the meat farm, I bid my goodbyes.

"Don' be a stranger now, drop on bye again an I'll introduce ya to the rest of the clan." Sean states.

"They'll luv ya. M' uncle will probably talk ya t' death of his stories here. Y' can't live here without coming out with some interesting stories" Theresa comments happily.

After a bit of sarcastically thinking, I answered "Hmmm, ok. That sounds like fun." Leaving with a positive note, I turn towards the next farm, one that does both meats and produce. Trying one of the meat slices from the basket, it melted in my mouth; the delicious taste has me wanting more. Think I'm going to like it here…

Arriving at the next farm, America's meats n' produce, I was greeted by an interesting pair of workers wearing garb with the American colors. The shorter one introduced himself as Sam, while introducing Steve, who walked behind him.


"Hello Comrades, I'm Piotr, the new neighbor who moved into the cabin within the woods. I hear high regards from the Cassidy's of your products. I tried your meat slices, and they were delicious!"

At hearing this, Steve gave a great smile at the compliment, and Sam smiled but started blushing as Steve slung his arm on his shoulder. "Well, glad you enjoyed the slices, son. It's apart of this guy's family recipes. Granted, with how many is in Sam's family, its any wonder why we don't have more." Steve's praise gave the hayseed a deeper shade of red around the cheeks.

"Shucks, sir. T'was nothin' my ma couldn't do in half the time it takes me. I's still got a ton of learnin t' do before I can get better than her." Sam says, shyin away from the owner's eyes. "Now, don't count yourself short, Sam. I haven't had a day I don't hear from the town how good our meats are. You have a great thing going." Steve reassures him.

I didn't know someone could get any redder than Sam was at that moment. I smiled at their interactions. It was obvious the hayseed had feelings for Steve even a blind man could see, but Steve himself, for reasons unknown, doesn't seem to see the attraction. He seems more aloof than my brother Mikhail.

After a few more compliments, Steve turns his attention towards me. "Well, it seems like you've got some ideas of what you want, but since we also do produce, what else do you think you're looking for?" directing me towards the barn, he handed out a pamphlet of goods he has on stock. After listing a few choices he directed Sam to keep me company while he got the goods.

"He looks like a good person. What you would call an… All-American person? I believe that is what it is called?" Piotr stated with little uncertainty. I still stumble on American phrases.

Sam smiled and stared a bit as Steve walked away. "Yea, he's the bee's knee." The bee's wha-, "I do not know this phrase. What is the "bee's knee" and what do bees have to do with you liking Steve?"

Sam woke out of his stupor in shock. "W-what d'you mean, peter?" "Its Piotr, friend, and I was asking what does the bee's knees mean." Piotr corrected.

"It's a sayin when we think of someone as cool, or the best. W-why do you think I like Steve?" Sam asked with a jittery look about him. He's uncomfortable with this topic it seems.

"Just…the way you look at him, it looks like you care for him more than just a friend. Though I don't want to assume. If I am wrong, I won't bring it up anymore." Piotr stated in assurance. He knew many friends who would shy away from this topic, mainly because they were unsure of themselves. Sam paused for a while, like he was trying to come up with something. But before he had a chance to, Steve came back with the stuff and he snapped back to.

"Here you go, Peter. I added a bit of extra meat slices, as a welcome to town." Steve stated with a grin. "His name is Piotr." Sam corrected him before Piotr had the chance. "Sorry about that." Steve apologized as he gave the basket to the Russian.

"No problems, I have no issues with that at all." He looked at Sam as he said this, a breath let loose as he got the hint. Looking back at the owner "I understand it is different to pronounce my name, but all is well, comrades." Piotr says with a grin. Steve grins back. "Come back any time, we'll treat you with some of our specials."

"Spasibo" Piotr says as he heads to the car. They both waved goodbye. Sam seemed happy at the end of it. Probably was scared I'd be a bigot or something. How can I be a bigot if I'm gay myself? It would probably surprise him if he knew.


By the time I arrived back home with all the stuff, the sun is setting and the wind is picking up. So much for drawing the forest landscape before the setting sun; that aside, I'm feeling pretty tired anyway. The long day wore me out more so than I thought. After putting the food away, I went to my studio area to write down some ideas for landscape locations. With being a freelance background designer, I've worked with mainly organic themes or layouts in nature. This forest area is perfect for references on my works, so I've much to work with.

"Think I'll go for a hike tomorrow" Piotr mumbled to himself, "check out the area, while the weather is still fair." The weather, I hear, doesn't turn bad even in the winter, though I still have to beware those heavy snow and blizzard conditions. I think I'll call my family tomorrow. It's already getting late, as it is, back where I came from and getting used to the time change.

As I start getting ready to hit the hey, I hear howling in the distance. "This is a great way to end the busy day. (oh that rhymed).