Welp, I'm glad to see you all liked this story. Hell, even the author who inspired it is reading while 30 followers in one week is not as big as what I got with RWBY Watches, it sounds acceptable for the pilot chapter of a crossover fic.

Now, by no means does the posting of this chapter mean this will become a weekly thing. I have nowhere near enough skill, free time, and willpower to do that with two stories. Pretty much, when I finish the chapter, it goes up. Think of this as a control to last week's test.

Also, for those hoping for a Lancaster pairing, you are, unfortunately out of luck. I had this planned for Arkos, and it will stay as such.

Wolves of Remnant

Chapter 2

Jaune regretted everything he had done in the last twenty-four hours.

Yesterday had started out alright. He had a good breakfast, compliments of the hotel as a potential Beacon student. Bacon, eggs, sausage, OJ, the works. On the Bullhead, his nerves had caught up to him and he had nearly spewed his guts out on the shoes of this super-hot blonde bombshell. Thankfully, he managed to keep it down until the ship landed and he found a trash can. He regretted that.

Then, once he had deposited the majority of his breakfast in said can, he heard a small explosion coming from the school's courtyard. When he arrived, he saw a girl in a gothic lolita outfit and a red cape laying in a crater, looking pretty down on herself. She was cute, in a little-sisterly kind of way, and he decided to help her up. They got to talking while trying to find the meeting place and he felt like he had made a friend on his first day at Beacon. Unfortunately, Ruby had been called off by her older sister and he was left to attend orientation by himself. He regretted that a little less.

Then, he was forced to endure taunting from the other guys and some of the girls when he revealed his pajamas for the evening; his favorite blue onesie with rabbit head feet. It wasn't his fault it was all he had on hand! He knew he had packed plenty of sleep t-shirts and scrub pants that he usually wore to bed. One of his sisters must have swapped them out at the last minute for three sets of different onesies, Tanya most likely. That little devil. He regretted that as well, and silently swore vengeance on her the next time he saw her.

The next day was the worst of all. First, he forgot where he had stored his weapons the previous day. Then, he tried to flirt with this really pretty white-haired girl, trying to talk her into being on a team with him. He figured she would put up a front of disinterest- Dad said all girls who actually liked you did at first, and only confidence and persistence would impress them- and she did, so he kept at it, ignoring the even prettier redhead, Pyrrha, his Snow Angel had called her. It wasn't until she was revealed as a mascot for Pumpkin Pete's that he recognized her. The whole situation ended with him pinned to a locker, Weiss walking away all snooty-like and Pyrrha apologizing. He regretted both of those things.

And then came the coup de grace, the one thing that made him do all this regretting and how he found himself in this situation to begin with. They had all been led onto a cliff and told to stand on 1'x1' metal squares as Professor Goodwitch and Professor Ozpin explained their initiation. They were given the task of retrieving a relic from a temple within the Emerald Forest. Teams would be decided on that day and partners would be decided in the field via the first person you came into eye contact with. Then, they were literally launched into the forest with no warning whatsoever.

So yeah, barely one full day in Beacon and Jaune was going to fall to his death. He saw the ground growing closer and he started cursing everyone he could think of that let him be in this mess. That Greco guy, Goodwitch and Ozpin, the Bullhead pilots, the hotel staff, himself most of all, but not Joan. Never Joan. She had been supportive of him, but she was also the only one to really question him. She balanced him, and he could never blame his other half for anything-

He suddenly felt a massive force catch him by the neck and pull him sideways into the canopy. He didn't get a great look at it, but he knew it was fast and red. The next thing he knew, he was pinned to a tree, being held up by his hoodie. He looked up and saw a familiar red and bronze spear, the same one that had pinned him to a locker just an hour previously.

"Thank you!" he yelled out, having a good idea who had saved his life.

"I'm sorry!" he heard a feminine voice yell out.

"Rule 6." He muttered to himself as he assessed his situation.

He could already feel the circulation to his brain being cut off, so alleviating that was priority one. Thankfully, the spear was in easy reach, so he just grabbed it and pulled himself up enough so that his blood could flow freely. Now he had to work on dislodging the thing holding him up. It wasn't much of a drop, maybe five feet or so, he would be fine so long as he landed on his feet. Or his ass. Definitely hoping for the former.

He tried to pull the spear free, but it barely budged. The damn thing was in there good and proper. Then again, his position wasn't exactly helpful. If he was actually facing the tree, he could at least plant his feet on it and use it for leverage. As he stood- or hung, whichever you prefer- that was much less effective an option.

He struggled for several minutes to pry the spear from the tree when he heard rustling in the bushes. He looked up to see Weiss emerge.

'This is perfect!' he thought, 'She can help me get out of this tree, and I can apologize to her about earlier and prove myself as her partner!'

And that was his plan, up until she immediately turned around and headed the other way.

"You came back!" he heard Ruby cry and he put the pieces together. She had seen Ruby first and abandoned her in search of a better partner. But when presented with the choice of either himself or Ruby, she chose the lesser of two bad choices.

"Hey, wait!" he called after the duo, "Who's gonna get me down from here?"

"Jaune?" he heard below him. He looked down to see Pyrrha standing before him, her arms crossed over her stomach. "Do you have any spots left on your team?" she said with a grin.

"Very funny." He said turning his head away, half out of comedic drama, half to hide the blush creeping up his face. He didn't know if Pyrrha was doing it on purpose, but the way she was standing, combined with the height he was at, allowed him to see right down her corset. And he kinda liked what he saw. "But if you help me down, I'm pretty sure there's something I can do." He said, making eye contact with her to make it official and doing his level best to not look at the amount of cleavage that was on display.

XXX

Pyrrha was over the moon!

The one thing she wanted out of Beacon, aside from getting her Huntress career started, was a fresh start away from her fame. To be treated as any other 17-year-old girl would be treated. She had felt that dream slip away as soon as she stepped onto the Bullhead and was bombarded by fans from all over. She managed to give them the slip and remain relatively unnoticed during orientation and found a secluded corner of the ballroom to sleep in, but then she had been cornered by Weiss Schnee, who proceeded to give her little proposal about being teammates.

And then, he stepped in.

He was by no means bad looking. Six feet of blonde hair with blue eyes, dressed in minimal armor, jeans, a hoodie and skater shoes that were probably in style where he came from, Pyrrha found him rather attractive, in a dorky kind of way. But the best part was the absolute ignorance he showed towards her. For every one of her accomplishments Weiss informed him of, he was completely clueless up until she mentioned the Pumpkin Pete's promo. That was when he recognized her.

And it was at about that time she knew that she had to be his partner. He was the best-case scenario, if not on a combat or academic level, then on a personal level. He was someone who could treat her equally, if given the chance, all she had to do was ensure they became a team.

The fact that she succeeded was why she couldn't stop smiling as the pair trekked through the forest on their way to the temple. Somehow, through all his flailing in the air, Jaune had managed to catch a glimpse of some ruins in a clearing deeper in the forest. Pyrrha had seen it too, though her attentions were mostly on Jaune, so they decided to go for it.

After a few minutes, Jaune stopped her.

"You hear that?" he said looking back towards the cliffs.

She nodded. "Gunfire. It seems some of our comrades have encountered the enemy."

"Probably best to carry on then." He reasoned. She agreed and continued to lead the way. She used her shield to brush aside a branch in her way, assuming it would break at some point. However, the little bastard was more flexible than she thought and swung back after she moved her shield, hitting Jaune in the face and knocking him on his ass.

"I'm sorry!" she winced.

"It's okay." Jaune chuckled, dusting himself off, "Just a scratch."

Pyrrha frowned when she saw the red mark on his face. "Jaune, why didn't you activate your Aura?"

"Huh?"

"Your Aura." She repeated.

"Gesundheit." He answered

"Jaune, do you know what Aura is?"

"Pfft, of course I do." He scoffed, trying to sound cool "Do you know what Aura is?"

Pyrrha smiled seeing right through his little façade, though the fact that he didn't troubled her greatly. "Aura is the manifestation of our soul." She explained, "It bears our burdens and shields our hearts." Seeing that he wasn't quite getting it, she tried another route. "Have you ever felt like you were being watched without knowing someone was there?"

"Uh, yeah." He answered honestly.

"With practice, our Aura can be our shield. Everyone has it, even animals."

"What about monsters?"

"No. the monsters we fight lack a soul. They are creatures of Grimm, the manifestation of anonymity. They are the darkness and we are the light."

"Right, and that's why we fight them."

"It's not about why, it's about knowing. Understanding both dark and light helps us manifest our Aura." Pyrrha really wished everything she had learned about Aura wasn't so philosophical. It made these kinds of explanations more difficult than they needed to be, even if it did make them sound more romantic. "Everyone has some of both. By bearing your soul outward as a force, you can deflect harm. All of our tools and equipment are conduits for Aura. You project yourself and your soul when fighting."

Jaune snapped his fingers in understanding. "It's like a force field!"

"Yes." Pyrrha said, holding in her giggling. "If you want to look at it that way. Now, close your eyes and concentrate."

"Uh, okay…" he said as she cupped one of his cheeks and placed a hand on his chest.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality…"

XX

Location: The Fang, Asaheim, Fenris

Year: 108.M42

Logan Grimnar jolted awake from his slumber, the first time he had done so in over 700 years of service to the Imperium. He had dreamt. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he'd had a dream.

He had dreamt of a blonde boy and a fire-haired girl standing in a forest. The image itself was not unpleasant to him, but the words the female spoke, the words were what stuck with him.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee."

Those words had been ingrained in his mind. And once she had finished, it had begun to snow. The warm sunny day was turned into a near replica of a typical Fenrisian biosphere and he could hear wolves howling in the distance.

"Bondsman! Fetch Ulrik and Stormcaller, immediately!" he barked into the nearby vox.

"As you say, my lord." The mortal replied.

Logan was concerned. This dream… it was too real to be a dream. It was like he was physically there, watching the scene play out before him. And those words. Why could he not erase them from his mind? Maybe those more spiritually or psychically gifted than he would have more answers.

Aaaaand done! I tell ya, this and the next chapter were fun and easier to write than I initially thought.

And yes, this story is taking place after the Indomitus Crusade. Oddly enough, the Space Wolves have never had an actual Successor chapter after what happened to the Wolf Brothers. At least not until the Wolfspear was created. expect to hear from them at some point as well

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