"Professor! Logan is spraying his scent everywhere!"
"Logan, get out of the kitchen!"
"Get off the couch!"
"Do it ON the newspapers!"
"Get outside!"
"NOW!"

Logan lay under a tree, staring at the building he had
been kicked out off. It wasn't his fault; who would have known
that people didn't like the musky scent he used in marking
territory? He didn't mean to dirty the couch-and he had
forgotten where the newspaper was.
'I'm a wild animal. I shouldn't have to do it on the newspaper
like a dog. Hell, I'll be running to the newspaper ten times
a day,' he thought, 'I can't stand this anymore! I want to be
Logan again! Logan, not some kind of furball!'
"Logan," Rogue said softly, "Logan, Jean asked me to give you
this." She put a dog dish on the ground, then petted his head
and went back to the building. Logan sniffed at the dish of
brown lumps. Dog food. It reeked of preservatives. 'I pity the
dog that eats this,' he thought silently to himself.

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"You gave him WHAT?"
"Ororo, Logan is-"
"A wolverine, NOT a dog. That brown lumpy thing you
call dog food could seriously damage his digestive system. And
I thought you were a doctor. "
They rushed outside to see Logan staring disgustedly
at the lumps of food. He had not eaten a single bite. He looked
at Jean and Storm with pleading black eyes, hoping that they
would get the message and take the 'food' away.

"I told you he wouldn't eat it."
"So what do we give him, Miss Biology Teacher?"
"Meat. From what I know, wolverines like caribou."
"Carri-what?"
"Caribou. Reindeer that live in Canada. "
"Well we can't get any."
"So we feed him something el- what?"
"He's already figured out a solution"

Logan, who had become extremely bored and hungry watching
them talk, had spotted a rabbit running near the edge of the
grounds. One bite and the rabbit's head dropped onto the ground.
Logan then began devouring the rabbit, skin, bones and all.
"Ew that's so gross!" Jubilee squealed, watching Logan.
Logan, annoyed at her squealing into his sensitive ears, dragged
the rabbit's head over to her and walked away.

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Author's Note: I hate dog food. I don't understand why they call those brown lumps dog food. And they force dogs to eat it.
And the wolverine's digestive system is NOT that weak. No rabbits were harmed in the making of this fic. I'm not that cruel.
A stuffed bunny was used.