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Harrison's POV

There was something warm on top of him. That was his first conscious realization.

His second was that he shouldn't have been feeling anything at all. He should be lying at the bottom of the lake dead. Had the old man saved him? If so why?

Scenting the air he noticed the familiar scent of booze and gunpowder. That was the old man all right. It surprised Harrison that the man would save a wolf.

The second scent was more toned down. It a pine scent layered under the moon. Malcolm Greengrass a wolf that hid himself from the Dark Lord. Not an easy task.

Warm blue eyes looked down at him as his opened his eyes. Harrison noticed the jacket that was wrapped around his body. The warmth was from magic. Was Quent a wizard?

Harrison's magic reach out to the man. No he had a small amount of it but could not access it. Quent was a squib. Not that the young wolf cared. People were people no matter if they had magic or not.

Quent growled not unkindly, "Kid you can change back. I know you are not as you seem."

Harrison did as he was bid. The dreams told him something was different about this human. For now he would trust his instincts. They had never led him astray before.

Without his fur and his clothes soaking went from his time in the water he was freezing. He pulled his wand out and cast a quick drying and warming charm on his own clothes.

There was amusement in Quent's dark eyes. That's when he noticed that the other wasn't wearing his jacket. There was a jacket laying on his shoulder. Oh...

A little sheepish he held out the man's jacket to him. Quent asked something Harrison was unfamiliar with in his eyes, "You warm enough, kid? Magic only does so much."

Harrison carefully tested himself. He checked his breathing capacity and exhaled. No water in his lungs. Thankfully. They must have got it out before he woke. His wounds from the fight with the bear would heal on their own. The moon was still strong and he would heal quickly under it.

Harrison replied, "Yes. With my own warming and drying charm I should be fine. Thank you."

Quent took the coat and for a brief second Harrison's magic flared. It knocked Malcolm back several feet causing him to stumble and curse. Then the magic settled as suddenly as it had flared. This left the boy and the man confused.

When Malcolm recovered he growled for the first time sounding like the wolf he was, "Lift your shirt, Harrison," Harrison didn't move only raised an eyebrow, "Now! If that was what I think it was it will have left a mark."

A little unwillingly he shed his jacket and shirt. Sure enough there was a new mark on his chest. Amongst the scars from his abusive mother there was a rune on his shoulder just above his heart.

It was an ancient rune only found in the most obscure texts. The true rune of the moon. It was a gift to wolves who found someone that they trusted with their lives. Only if it was mutual would it appear. Quent would have one under his jacket as well if the legends were to be believed.

Malcolm finally made his way back over to them. His eyes were solely for the mark on Harrison's chest.

"An imprint mark," he breathed, "You are either very lucky or very unlucky, little one."

"I'm not little," he snarled like a rabid wolf.

His human form was smaller in stature than average. As a wolf he was perfectly where he should be. At least that's what Tsume had said.

Malcolm grinned as he replied, "You will always be little to me. I am your guardian. I will always be the first to lay down my life to save yours. You are the Heir to the Okami clan. The raven is proof enough that you were chosen."

That wasn't possible. The Okami clan had been destroyed years ago. No one could be its heir.

Yet an almost silent whisper in the back of his mind said it was true. He was the rightful heir to the clan. When he finished his journey he would be clan head.

There was the matter of living that long. If Malcolm knew he was the heir others had to as well. That would mean he would be hunted down. Wolves as a whole could not afford to hunt and kill one of their own. For an heir to the Okami clan however they wouldn't hesitate.

The world as they knew it was getting colder. To the humans the moon was getting bigger and blood red moons were becoming less rare.

Stories passed down by elder wolves spoke of such times. They called it the end of the world. Harrison thought such things were just legend. Then again he thought that imprints were a near impossibility. If it was true then they would find paradise or perish.

As long as there was a moon there would be flowers on the world. Lunar flowers would call to the wolves that sought paradise. Though what was paradise if you had nothing and no one to live for. He lived for his friends and his pack. When he returned from his journey they would seek paradise.

Quent said his dark eyes on Harrison, "I don't know much about your kind of wolf lad. I do know this. Our world is only getting colder and the moon bigger. If I follow you there is a chance I will find what I am searching for. Besides with the imprint on us, no matter where we go. The other will never be far. That is what it means to be imprinted upon. It goes down to your very soul."

The raven cawed at him suddenly causing all three of them to look at it. When Harrison locked eyes he saw an image. It was that of a range of mountains. Beyond them was a river frozen over. That was their next destination.