Author's note: I do not live anywhere near America or Canada (approximately 24 hrs away by plane on the tiny island of Singapore) and have never ever been there so please forgive me if I make any error about the roads, the forests, etc. All I rely on is my good old Longman atlas and my knowledge on then habits of the wolverine, being more accurate in the latter. More about wolverines at my page http://www.geocities.com/nat_mustang/wolverines.html

Five days. 350 kilometres. It seemed like it would never end. Logan stopped walking and sniffed the air. He had got used to all these changes in the past few days. Beside the furry look, there was also the musk odour that came from him. He HAD to get used to it as he couldn't get rid of it. Plus his sense of smell was much more powerful than before, if that was ever possible. And those damn irritating messages in his mind telling him to do what wolverines do: hunt, defend territory, mate and have young.
He had travelled merely about a tenth of the distance to Xavier's. He still had a long way to go and he hoped he would last long enough to get there. Especially now that he was a mere 0.6 metres high, without his adamantium claws and fighting skills.
Logan's russet coat blended perfectly into the taiga and he looked like a shadow moving noiselessly through the coniferous forest. He had been travelling beside the highway for three days after finding it. Ultimately, it had to lead down to the USA, then he could try to find his way to Westchester. And Logan knew for sure that he was travelling south.

He had been travelling for ten days when he smelt it. The familiar, yet different smell. The smell of musk. And it was not him.
Just as the realisation was fixed in his head, everything started to happen. Another, larger wolverine leaped out from behind a tree. It looked extremely powerful, about 5 centimetres longer and higher than Logan. That would be able to give it an edge in a fight. It was also more experienced; it had been a wolverine for more than ten years, while Logan for only ten days. The other wolverine opened its mouth in a menacing snarl. Black piercing eyes sent a wordless message: get out of my territory.
Logan stared at his opponent. His instinct was screaming at him to get away but Logan was stubborn. He had won fights before and he was going to win this one, with or without his adamantiun claws.
The other wolverine screamed its challenge to Logan and got ready to pounce, teeth bared. Logan did the same, fixing his eyes on it. Two black eyes stared unblinking at him. Then the other wolverine sprang.