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Malcolm's POV

Harrison was a lot bigger than he expected. He was still a puppy even going through his journey. There was still time for growth for a year after the journey.

As it was then Harrison was the size of a full grown wolf. Heirs and clan heads were larger wolves than normal. His Okami genes were obvious strong despite the human side.

Malcolm ran a hand through the boy's fur. It was soft far softer than he expected. Many wolves had coarse fur. It wasn't soft to the touch like this. Harrison seemed to take after both his mother and father.

The man said as he returned with a bundle of wood, "So what is a wizard doing so far from the communities? I don't see many of you this far out."

They were back on the shore of the frozen lake. Despite the warming charms he had it was still freezing out. A fire would do nicely.

Malcolm replied taking in the man's appearance, "I'm here for him. You are right however normally we do not come out this far. Are you a squib?"

"Name's Quent Yaiden. I was a member of the House of Parkinson. When I was announced to be a squib they disowned me. Then left me at a orphanage."

Quent Yaiden huh. This wasn't someone that he would've thought that Harrison to get close to. The boy wasn't one to get close to humans. Malcolm knew that he had a pack that was out there somewhere.

That was how wolves worked. They would rather be with each other than with humans. The humans that thought they were gone.

Quent inquired his eyes on the black wolf under his coat, "He's an animagus I'm guessing. For his age he's much to large to be a normal wolf. His body isn't right to be a werewolf."

As much as Malcolm wanted to lie to the man he couldn't. There was something about how Harrison fought for him. It could be the start of an imprint.

Wolves rarely imprinted upon humans anymore. Even ones that were raised amongst them tended to ignore their base instincts.

However he could see the appeal. This man was a wolf killer and yet Harrison saved his life. Almost even giving his own to save the man.

It was as rare to meet someone you were meant to imprint on. Even more rare that both parties accept each other.

Malcolm answered mysteriously, "Not exactly. It is true that we can between human and wolf skins but we are not animagi. We are something that should not exist according to man. As he is on a journey it is my duty to protect him from those that would use him. Whether for his blood or for his ability to track man's creation."

Understanding filled the man's eyes, "Cheza," then they turned to the boy in wolf skin, "So it is true then. There are wolves who walk within human skin. He is a spirit wolf and since you his protector that must mean you are as well."

They were captured beasts within human skins. An apt description for someone like him and Harrison. Quent must have been one hell of a sheriff in his prime.

Malcolm replied, "While it isn't my secret to share, yes. Yes, we are both captured beasts within human skins. Honestly I think he would have been happier had been born a wolf. Or at least a soul wolf that had a living clan. All he has is the few memories that come as dreams and the stories that other tell."

The wolf in question began to shift about. That drew both men's attention. It seemed he was waking up.

Tsume's POV

How they ended up following the kid on his journey he didn't know. Toboe was probably the youngest of them human and wolf wise. Even younger than Lukas whose journey had just begun. Yet here they were.

An old legend amongst the wolves was that when the journeys came sooner than was normal the world was at an end. Tsume had always considered it just that. A legend. Yet the proof was right in front of him.

Tsume who was the most intune with the world could feel it. The world was getting colder. The pull of the moon was getting stronger.

He, Hige, and Toboe could feel this unnatural pull. It called to them like moths to a flame. The scent of lunar flowers was strong where they were headed.

Where there were lunar flowers there had to be wolves. An old saying came to mind.

Flowers are clever things. Even if it looks like they vanished they never really go away. Almost like a pack of wolves. As long as there is a moon flowers will never die. And neither will wolves.

The sun was rising it was time to get his pack up. They had to chase the white wolf leading them through the journey.