And now we start to get into some of the real reason why this story is rated M. Very graphic violence. If you are at all squeamish, firstly why are you reading this story at all considering I warned you in the description, secondly, you may wanna close your computer, or turn off your mobile device.

February 2nd, 2019. 7:00 am.

The sun had just began to come up. The snowstorm was at its end, and boy oh boy did it leave its mark. For now however, the two travelers were still curled up in the sleeping bag. Logan, like always, woke up first. His head was in contact with the freezing, but refreshing, morning air. He shivered a bit thanks to his short mane and wriggled a little bit deeper into the sleeping bag. He squeezed the furry mass tighter. 'Wait, I don't own any stuffed animals...' He took his right arm and felt the body. 'Yeah, I'm spooning with another guy aren't I? Oh well, I don't care right now. It's too cold.' Logan wasn't gay or bi. In fact he considered himself asexual. He had no desire for a relationship of any kind. He'd never had sex, nor did he want to, but if he had to pick, he'd take girls any day of the week.

After a few more minutes, Ben yawned and woke up. "Mmmmm. Your fur is so soft Logan. Why is a Pokémon that looks as scary as a Zoroark such a good cuddler?"

"And I'm getting out." Logan crawled out of the sleeping bag quickly. Nearly slicing the bag open with his razor-like claws. His body hit the near 0 degree air and he felt the breath leave his body. It was a weird effect that he'd felt when he'd gone from warm air to cold air quickly. He wasn't sure if it was specific to him or if it happened to everyone. "Don't ever pretend I did that out of affection. Ever."

'And he's back.' Ben crawled out of the sleeping bag too and stretched his body and tail out. He reached out to unzip the tent once he had finished. The moment the zipper was undone, snow poured into the tent, and nearly buried him. Which Logan found hilarious. A couple seconds later, Ben's head poked out of the snow pile. There was snow on his nose and head, which he shook off. "I'll get the snow out of here, see if you can get it off the rest of the tent."

Logan crawled out of the tent and looked around. He would've given a whistle if he could. Firstly, he didn't know how to, and secondly, lips as thin as the ones you find on his species weren't good at it anyways. There was at least 18 inches of snow on the ground. The tent was almost completely buried, and it was almost up to Logan's thighs, and this fox had some very long legs. "Quite a bit of the white stuff huh? No biggie. I've got this." Logan opened his mouth and used Flamethrower. The snow in the way of the flames began to visibly melt as he kept the flames pouring out for as long as he could. He paused to take a breath. He had already melted a small part of the snow around the tent down to the ground. Fortunately the water kept the tent from bursting into flames from the heat, though he made sure the flames themselves didn't touch the tent. He repeated the process until he'd melted a near perfect circle around the tent. He breathed out heavily a couple times. He had to hold his breath while using that Attack and he had just used it something like 10 times in quick succession. Ben had cleaned out the inside of the tent and was starting to take the tarp stakes out of the ground when Logan finished.

"Excellent work Logan. Take an Ether out of my bag." Logan fetched it and ingested it. His usage of the Fire Type Move was restored. As Ben kept taking the tent down, Logan began to walk around. He closed his eyes and focused with his nose and ears. He sniffed over and over. Searching. Ben took note of this and watched him, now paying more attention to the dark fox than taking down the tent. Logan got down on all fours and slowly crawled through the snow. He'd found something. After a number of moments he froze. He lowered himself to the ground, before pushing off. He went almost straight up, tucked his legs into his chest, and dove face first into the snow. His head and arms disappeared and his feet ended up in the air. Despite how scary Zoroarks looked, Ben couldn't help but find that action super adorable. After a few moments, Logan's head broke through the surface of the snow. A Tympole was wriggling and writhing in his maw. He bit down and it ceased moving. It wasn't uncommon for Water Types to come onto land in either heavy rain or snow. This one had stumbled upon a very dangerous predator, and it cost it its life. Logan held it in his clawed hands and began tearing chunks off it and swallowing them.

"Mmmmm. Been a long time since I sunk my teeth into some proper flesh. Good to satisfy that predator urge to hunt." Ben seemed slightly disgusted, and returned to taking the tent back down. After he had done that, Logan had finished eating. Ben fished some jerky out of his backpack and began his own breakfast. The fruit would all be frozen so he wouldn't be eating that. "Looks like it's gonna be a tough hike." Ben nodded but said they needed to get moving. "Yeah I get you. Back when I was a Zorua I had to wade through snow that went up this high on my legs, and man it was work, but since I evolved my legs have gotten... I dunno, 20 times stronger? This will be a breeze for me. When I said tough hike, I meant for you." Ben supposed that was fair. Zoroarks were insanely powerful.

This would prove to be true as Logan had no issue pushing through the thick snow, but Ben was struggling. Otters weren't exactly weak, but water, which is what snow was, was quite heavy, but this was water that Ben couldn't swim through. They had to stop a couple times before 2 pm. Logan didn't mind the breaks at all. In order to keep warm when they stopped, he breathed a few puffs of fire. At 2 however, Ben would get to see something he wished he hadn't.

As Ben was catching his breath, Logan suddenly turned his head. "Do you hear that?" Ben looked around and replied with a no. "It sounds like... a lot of footsteps. Quadrupedal footsteps."

"HELP! SOMEBODY!" A male voice pierced the air, and he sounded desperate.

"Ok I heard that! Logan try to find out what's going on!" Ben was always ready to help someone in need, and for once, Logan was ready to listen to him as he leapt up and grabbed a sturdy tree branch. He hauled himself up onto it and crouched to keep his balance. He used his sharp vulpine eyes to look around from this good vantage point.

"Someone's being chased by wolves! 100 yards or so to my 1 o'clock!"

Ben was quick to act. "Go help him! I'll be right behind you!" Logan leapt down and began jumping towards the human or anthro being chased. In just three leaps he had them within a dozen feet. The male was human, about 5'7 and likely with a trim build, but it was hard to tell with his thick clothing. The thick red jacket and pants stood out. Probably to ensure if a hunter saw him he wouldn't be shot.

"Hey, get over here!" The human spotted him and ran over as quickly as he could. He was totally out of breath by the time he got over. "My trainer is behind me. Go to him. I'll handle this." Logan began walking towards the pack of wolves coming his way. They were struggling to get through the snow themselves it was so deep. Probably the only reason the human had managed to last this long. Once he got far enough away from the human, he used a Dark Pulse to clear away the snow around him. The wolves quickly surrounded him. Now choosing to try to get him. Wolves normally didn't bother humans or predatory Pokémon unless they were defending their territory, or starving. These ones were starving. "Oh no, what ever shall I do?" Logan's voice was clearly sarcastic. "I don't even need my illusions for this one." A large black wolf joined the edge of the circle just in front of Logan. "You must be the daddy wolf. This should be entertaining."

The large male wolf growled at him. Logan heard movement behind him and immediately knew what was happening. He spun around and caught the wolf that charged him on his claws and ripped it in two. Blood and organs littered the ground. Logan spun back around as he knew the next wolf would be trying to get him from behind while he was distracted.

At this point, Ben got through the snow and within eyesight of the Zoroark, and the human. "Thank whatever deity above that you two found me!" He collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. Ben looked out at his Pokémon. He had ducked under a second wolf and his punch to its chest caused the sound of breaking bones to reach Ben's ears. The wolf was propelled into the air and landed motionless on the ground with blood coming out of its mouth thanks to punctured lungs. Ben covered his mouth at the brutality of the blow. Logan's ears picked up two more wolves coming at him from his direct left and right. He stuck his claws out and impaled both the wolves' chests, before slamming their heads together. Their heads virtually exploded with bone fragments and brain matter going everywhere. Logan smiled. Ben nearly wretched. The human stared in shock. The remaining half a dozen wolves charged him at once. Logan fired off a Dark Pulse and then charged the father wolf down. He tackled it and cut its throat open. Blood sprayed onto his face as the wolf quickly lost consciousness. He turned around to face the other wolves, who lost their nerve and turned to run. He walked back to the human and Ben as if nothing had happened. Ben was horrified, but couldn't help but be impressed about Logan's powers of destruction.

The human slowly regained his nerve and faced the blood, and organ, covered Zoroark. "Th- thank you. You saved my life. You, you're a good man."

Logan just shook his head. "I'm not the kind of Pokémon to help people. Not usually, and as you can see from the condition of those bodies, I'm not that nice the few times to do help."

"You still saved me. So thank you." He fished his wallet out and handed Logan two $100 bills. "Here. Take it. You earned it." Logan gestured for him to hand it to Ben, which he did. "I'm gonna head back to Nacrene. Thanks again."

With that, he began walking back the way Logan and Ben had come from.

'Logan... you... what was that? That was horrifying to watch.'