James couldn't sleep that night.

Partly because of the memory of killing his father- good- and partly because the animal just wouldn't. Quiet. Down.

And, partly because he kept dreaming of Ororo. Not that he minded, but trying to sleep while dreaming of someone you like was very distracting.

Growling as the memory of her scent- African spice- drifted back into his memory, he huffed, rolled over and pounded his pillow with his fists until it was flat.

It didn't help.

Sighing, he slammed his head down into his flattened pillow, closing his eyes tightly and just hoping, wishing that he could get some sleep that night.

But it was a good kiss...

"ARGH!" Sitting up, he threw his pillow at his window, where it landed with a muffled thump on the floorboards. "Great," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, "now I'm going to have to pick that up."

Sighing heavily, he swung his legs out of bed, got to his feet and walked over to the fallen pillow. Bending down to pick it up, he was once again reminded of why he'd thrown it in the first place, and threw it down again.

"God," he hissed, "why can't I stop thinking about her?"

Standing up, he walked towards the window, staring aimlessly out at the woods, before reaching a decision.

Maybe if I went for a walk it would help, he thought, maybe chat to that wolf, Li'ah, I met earlier. Huh, yeah. A wolf's gonna know a lot about that sort of thing.

Berating himself for thinking that stupidly, he opened his window anyway, shimmying down the drain pipe conveniently close and jumping to the ground, landing in a crouch.

I need to go for a walk anyway.

Ororo Munroe was still melting. In fact, she was sure that by now she was suffering the same fate as that double chocolate chip ice cream that she'd left out in the sun once for too long and by the time she'd gotten round to eating it it was a pile of slush.

Yep, she was definitely suffering the same fate.

All she had to do was think about James, then she'd remember the softness of his lips and- GOD! WHY COULDN'T SHE STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

"Thinking about what 'Roro?"

Scowling, she rolled over in bed to stare at a sleepy Jean. "Nothing," she assured her friend with a false smile, "it's nothing."

"'K then," Jean murmured, she herself rolling onto her side, "night."

"Yeah, night," Ororo muttered back, before shooting a look towards the full moon outside her window.

Maybe some ice cream will help- yeah, some double fudge chocolate and strawberry ice cream is really going to take my mind off the most gorgeous boy I've ever met and the fact that he kissed me. Ororo, you're so stupid.

She stared aimlessly at the moon for a moment longer, before sighing and giving in.

Oh, it's worth a try... She thought as she got out of bed.

Li'ah knew something was different about that boy she'd seen earlier that week. Something just as wild as herself, and just as unpredictable lurking beneath his human façade.

And it didn't involve the fact that he could talk to her kind.

Sure, the other animals couldn't understand the boy, and he couldn't understand them, but the Ke-soran language was not one written down in those paper "books" entifis were so fond of writing in and it certainly wasn't taught in the entifi schools.

And how exactly did that entifi boy understand the language of the wolves? The very idea was preposterous!

That didn't change the fact that he could of course.

Getting to her feet, Li'ah swished her tail in aggravation, growling softly to herself. She'd have to talk with the elders soon about the boy- it wasn't an ordinary skill he possessed.

"It isn't?"

Oh yes, and understanding their thoughts as well.

Turning on the spot, she saw the boy walking towards her, hands in his pockets, and she flashed a wolfish grin at him. "Did you think it was, little entifi?"

"I told you, my names James."

James, so that was his name. "Not in our language."

"What would it be in your language then?"

Li'ah pondered this for a moment, her elegant head cocked to one side as she regarded the hivil before her. "I believe that the name Lo'rahn would suit you." (A/N: It's pronounced Lo-hr-an)

"Lo'rahn..." The boy grinned after a moment. "Then you can call me that."

Li'ah blinked in surprise, her grey fur glowing in the moonlight, before she let out a bark that James correctly interpreted as a laugh. "You are a strange one Lo'rahn. Very strange."

James grinned, his canines appearing almost as sharp as the wolf's in the light of the moon. "And proud of it."

Li'ah huffed in agreement, before turning and padding away, the boy whom she would refer to as Lo'rahn for the rest of her time on earth that Medea allowed her following her. "Follow me Lo'rahn. There are some carnalas you must meet."

Oh how the elders were going to enjoy this.

I'm going to post the language I made up for another story involving werewolves (Ke'sora) on my page when I have time and I've updated it enough, but for now the definitions will follow below:

Entifi: human Entifis(Entifi's): humans/human's

Ke'sora: language of the wolves- shared by all kinds. Some wolf tribes have differences though.

Medea: Mother God

Hivil: pup

Carnala: wolf Carnalas(Carnala's): wolves/wolf's