Logan was knocked off his feet, landing with the other wolverine on top of him. He was up and snarling before it was able to get a grip on him. It didn't take long for Logan to see that the other wolverine was stronger, heavier, faster and more agile, more experienced in fighting. It had probably owned this territory for years.
The other wolverine glared at Logan. It had beaten many rivals before and kept this large, favourable territory where food was plentiful. It was not going to lose to this youngster. Running at top speed, claws outstretched, it lunged at Logan, sinking its claws into his back, ripping holes in his thick skin.
Logan froze as the pain tore through him. He turned and faced his opponent, trying to find a suitable angle from which to attack.
The other wolverine was faster. As Logan tried to jump, it reached up and sank its razor sharp teeth into Logan's leg, tearing a wound that went all the way to the bone.
Logan knew the fight was over. He had lost but was still alive. As the other wolverine turned to give him the final blow, he bolted, blood flowing from his open wounds, into the coniferous forest behind him.

He ran away as fast as he could, until he was sure he was out of the other wolverine's territory. Finding a small stream, he drank from it, filling himself with life and the will to carry on.
He took shelter in a small cave, licking his wounds until he fell asleep. They would take many days to heal without his healing factor.

He woke up to the sound of a golden eagle's call. Looking up, he saw two of the magnificent birds in the sky. They were flying in circles over the area near the edge of the forest. That could only mean one thing-food. Logan was hungry and exhausted from loss of blood. He headed towards the direction of the eagles.
The smell of fresh blood drifted over to him as he approached. It was a full-grown caribou buck, its antlers large and widespread. As Logan went closer in eager anticipation, his nose picked up what he had missed before-the unmistakable scent of grizzly bear.
The bear was a young male, who was tearing the caribou's leg off. Logan stared as the bear started to eat the choice parts of the kill. His nose twitched. That voice in his head was telling him to challenge the bear. It was impossible, Logan told himself. He was wounded and exhausted. Why would he want to fight the bear?
"Just do it," the voice whispered. Logan closed his eyes and made his decision. He would follow his instincts-for now.
He approached the grizzly bear with teeth bared and hackles raised, growling fiercely. To his surprise, the bear blinked at him once and then slowly backed off. Logan watched it retreat into the woods, then tore into the caribou's choice hindquarters. The sweet smell of the caribou's blood was wonderful. Logan ate as much as he could, giving himself strength for the long journey ahead.