Thank you all for the support!

For the next week I always come out so see him, each time he becomes less jittery and more comfortable. The weather is changing rapidly from summer to fall just within the week the temperature has dropped drastically, the air becoming chilly. I visit him daily and each time I bring him a large tasty steak. The food tray is all but abandoned, always pushed to the side never being touched. He waits for me to feed him, so he really only eats one meal a day. I find it kind of sad, but I don't have time to visit in the morning as I have classes.

Even with his ferocity he is such a calming presence. I usually bring a book to read while he just watches me from his corner and I always try to talk to him. He only responds once in a while with a grunt or two. I talk to him hoping one day he will respond. I just don't think he knows any words.

Since the Incident he hasn't tried to hurt me or even become aggressive. He has began to trust me a little, and I would never do anything to break the trust of this broken man.

Today though I'm going to try something new and I'm not sure if he is going to like it. I haven't really touched him since that incident the other week, and this activity is going to require a bit of touching. I want him to know he is safe with me.

I noticed that he itches a lot especially from under the shackles and collar. All the grit and sweat that has built up on his body itches him, and makes him uncomfortable.

I bring in a pale of warm water with a soft white rag and some mild smelling soap. Since his nose seems to be very sensitive I don't want to drown his senses

"Hey sugar I brought you something to clean you up, maybe you won't be so itchy anymore" I say after he notices something in my hand. He seems a little tentative about what is going on.

He stands like always, almost like it's his greeting and walks over until the chains are pulled taunt and grunts.

I pull the heavy bucket closer to his area and he backs up a little. I get close enough into his area where he could easily attack me, but I know he won't. I actually trust him.I sit down and cross my feet and pat the floor in front of me

"C'mon sit down sugar it's ok." I try to coax him to relax a little.

He hunches down but doesn't fully sit. He is still a little unsure so I try to show him with the way I'm sitting. "Look sit like me, it's ok you can relax."

I pat the floor trying to get him to understand and sit on is butt, which I have actually never seen him do before, he is always on his feet. Always ready for something to happen.

After a little coercing he finally gets the idea and sits down and crosses his legs. I ignore his groin area. It isn't my right to look and he doesn't care so I just phase it out.

"That's great sugar." I give him a small smile. I try not to act too excited, I don't want to startle him. Inside I'm beaming he is starting to understand.

"Here let me see your hand." I reach out with my tiny hand inviting him. I grasp his large palm in mine and pull his heavy arm over the water and dip his fingers in the warm water. He pulls back quickly inspecting his hand for what seems to be injury. I dip my gloved hand in a swirl it around so he can see that it doesn't hurt.

"See it's just water and I have a rag here to clean you off some." I try to explain to him.

I take the white washrag and dip it into the water then wringing out the excess.

I take his large palm and softly scrub the top if his hand, then I flip it over and wash his palm tracing over the lines of his hand, and stretching down his is long fingers. I go further up to his wrist and twist the rag under the shackle removing a large amount of dirt as my rag is no longer pearl white.

I dip the rag on the bucket once more and without notice wolverine reaches out and grabs my hand and lightly tugs at the glove that covers my life sucking skin.

"No, no I can't take my gloves off. Ill hurt you." I twist my hand out of his grip he just gives me a puzzled look. I know he wants to feel my skin, but it's just too dangerous. I don't have control yet, that's something I have to work on. I move on and he seems calm enough to let me continue so I do.

I reach out and grasp his other hand and gently run the rag through his fingers and the shackle.

For his face I sit up on my knees because even though he is sitting he I too tall for me.

He allows me to run the rag over his golden feral eyes and his sharp masculine nose. I wash over his mouth and the hard lines of his face and behind his ears. I take in and study everything about him he is very handsome.

I run the rag under the large metal collar and from that alone I have removed a large amount of grit from underneath. He allows me to softly run the rag all the way around it. Now he can feel clean and not so itchy anymore

He sits there observing the water twirling it around with his fingers almost like a small child discovering something new. Out of nowhere he takes a small amount of water and flicks it at my face. I'm startled but I look up and something I have never seen before on the wolverines face a grin, he is actually smiling.

I burst out laughing and his smile widens I wish he would smile more. He flicks more water toward me and realize the wolverine is actually playing with the water. I stick my hand in and splash him back. He doesn't seem to know what to do now he didn't expect that. He just sits there he has stopped playing and he looks a little startled.

He stands up and I think that I had just made him mad but he picks up the bucket of water and I have a bad feeling about what he is going to do.

"You better not do what I think your going to do big guy." I start to stand, he is going to do what I think, He lifts the pail up over my head, "Oh no." I think mentally.

" Sugar don..."

Too late I didn't have time to react. A full rush if dirty warm water crashes over me like a wave.

" Oh no you didn't."

I look up and he actually seems to be almost laughing, he looks beautiful when he's happy.

"That wasn't nice wolverine" I scold.

"Now I'm all wet, I'm gonna have to go in and change, or ill get sick it's getting chilly out." It's getting late anyway and It's about time for me to head in.

I walk over the my things, with my wet soppy hair flipping in my face my soaked shirt uncomfortably clinging to my body and my wet jeans restricting my movement. I hide my smile because even though I didn't show it, it lights me up seeing him other than in a brooding mode.

I start packing my things up, and his mood changes instantly. I look up and it saddens me the expression on his face is no longer happy. His face is monotone the beautiful lines of his smile are gone and his tortured brooding look is back.

He is just watching me with his golden eyes again and goes over to his corner silently and crouches down.

"I'm sorry sugar but I have to go back inside."

He simply grunts and lowers his head looking at the floor

"Ill see you later" I hear a small quiet whine that tears my heart out as I shut the door.

Let me know if you think his recovery rate is going too fast or too slow or just fine?