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Chapter 2

A Canine's sense of smell is its most important attribute. When the wounded werewolf's nose caught the presence of another wolf close in his vicinity –and fast approaching-, it opened its previously closed eyes and fought its body to stand, but with the blood under him, it made the ground soft and muddy thus making his attempts a failure. At the sight of this, the kid –who the werewolf failed to catch the scent of- chuckled in amusement, startling the wounded werewolf with a defensive growl.

"Stubborn little werewolf, aren't you?" the child –a boy- taunted. The wounded werewolf gave a gruff as his response and turned his eyes elsewhere, trying to find the wolf that he first caught scent off. He ignored the boy and labeled him as no importance. Suddenly his nose caught the sense in front of him and he saw large front paws of the dark wolf. He tried to lift his head as he followed it up but couldn't as he felt the last of his strength leave him. He tried looking up instead with his head down but couldn't as it was making his head ache. He instead made noises, what he was trying to express, he didn't know but only felt the need to, so he did.

The dark black wolf tilted its head then leaned down to sniff at the other; it then lifted up his head and began licking the other's wounds. The boy left behind observed silently as his companion help stop the wounds from further bleeding.

"He's severely out of nourishment, and the wounds look like it was made from a big beak" the child started, knowing that the other was listening and continued with a thinking pose, "a… Hippogriff, perhaps?" he guessed but then stopped his thoughts with a blink, "I'll start on that later, first he needs plenty of food and drink, here" he took out a green canister from under his heavy-looking fur covered cloak and tossed it to the beast, "don't worry about it running out, I charmed it not to. I'll go find our friend here something to eat and inform the others."

The black wolf paused in his licks and lifted his head to catch the incoming canister with a gruff, irritated at the haste. He then turned back down at the now quiet wolf and backed up a few steps to place canister on the ground with its top pointed at the wolf's mouth. The green canister stared to pour out water flowing endlessly as the kid said –never-ending- and the beast lowered its nose to push it towards the other's mouth. At first the wounded wolf just stared at the canister and back at the other wolf, looking straightly into the other's glowing yellow eyes as the other stared back onto him. It took a minute but the wounded wolf opened its mouth allowing to water to continuously flow down to his throat. He pushed it away when he had enough and the dark wolf grabbed it back and directed the water to wet the other's wounds with it.

It was refreshing for the wounded wolf and felt his strength returning to him again, starting up his healing process. Later that night he found himself full with the deer that the kid brought back and surrounded by a pack. Not his but at least they let him stay with them and not attack. It was by far, the best dream he had and with that thought, he slept.

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At first light, one Remus Lupin woke up from the best sleep he ever had. A light buzz made him question if he had a drink or two the previous night as he slowly sit up feeling warm, soft fur blankets slide off his chest to his lap. He blinked a couple of times to let his eyes adjust to the bright lights of sunshine before looking at his surroundings and blinked again.

A forest, he had slept in a forest that looks a great deal like the Forbidden Forest. The first thoughts that entered his mind was, 'Bloody hell, did Sirius and James secretly put alcohol in my drink again?' but after noticing the –lack- of alcohol smell and empty bottles, he started around again with a more observant look this time and then he noticed it.

Wolves. A lot of wolves. Not even regular sized, but large wolves that could make Hagrid fall in love with one of them and marry them.

…

'Maybe I am drunk' Remus concluded shuddering at the images his mind had conjured. A snort made him jump and turn at the source of the sound. He feared that one of the wolves woke up and automatically made a grab of his wand but felt nothing but air. Then, his eyes widened as he recalled what he was doing and what he –turned- into last night. He froze but then the snort became a soft quiet laugh, startling him out from his near depression. He slowly turned back to the source of the sound –behind him.

It was a boy -a kid no less that made the quiet laughter. The top of his head was covered by a strange half skull that looked to belong to some kind of lizard with its snout that has sharp teeth shadowing his eyes. From what he could tell, his hair was straight-black with the tips just above his shoulders. His clothing consisted of a dirty white long-sleeved with blue at the seams with jeans that reached above his ankle and worn-out shoes. The brown covered fur cloak tied on his neck gave a cape-like feel to it but was more bloated and heavy. He also had a necklace decorated with fangs and was holding a spear in his right hand. The way he sat on top of a rock with his left ankle on his right knee and his left hand loosely on his left's knee's leg with that grin on his half-covered face made him look a lot like a 17 year old that is leader of the pack of wolves that's currently surrounding them –the fact that the biggest most scary looking wolf is right below the teen's feet, currently asleep, was -to Remus' truthful opinion- a big help to his image.

"Why thank you" the kid suddenly said, once again startling Remus.

The grin the kid had, stayed on as if he had just found something amusing. It irritated Remus –and slightly creped him out- and glared at the kid. He didn't know what the heck happened last night since the pain from being pulled from his brain shocked him to unconsciousness and didn't wake up the whole night. It scared him crazy and gripped the soft fabric in a vice. It was a night he never wanted to experience again and it shook him to the core that he never realized the kid, reading his thoughts.

"Oi," called the kid, "don't freak out on me now," he frowned, "you might accidentally wake the pack up and cause a riot." The kid then returned its grin as if he found a pack of large –probably ravenous- wolves causing a riot. "Names' Lee, just call me lee" he started still with the grin.

Remus thought it strange how the kid was grinning all the time and automatically introduced himself, "Remus Lupin." At that, a soft pile of clothes hit his view causing him to cry out in surprise -quietly, still wary of the wolves. He pulled it off and looked through it; he figured it would fit him.

"Put those clothes on and meet me there," the now identified Lee said, pointing behind Remus. Lee stood and patted both his hands on his pants –Remus noticed the spear was stabbed deep in the ground to stand on its own with its sharp point up- "It's easier to talk without worrying to wake the pack up" he explained grabbing his spear as he headed out to the appointed direction.

Remus nodded as he started to dress –he didn't want to be left out alone with a bunch of big-ass wolves- and hurried to the direction Lee went through. Luckily, none of the sleeping wolves seemed to be bothered by Remus' crunching footfalls with shrubbery, only a twitching of ears but otherwise all asleep. The pain made from walking made Remus mourn his shoes.

As he walked he started thinking about the strangeness of how he felt from the moment he woke up. The first was that this was the best sleep he had had after the time of a Full Moon, that enough was alien to him and made him feel suspicious of what Moony had eaten, which brings him to the next –his feeling of being full, as if he had a feast and that alone was enough to make him panic but calmed himself to not scream out lest he wakes up the wolves. He continues on to the third, which is he wasn't in any sort of pain. Usually, the transformations was excruciatingly painful with the during and the after taking a toll on his body covering him in gallons upon gallons of blood scattered around his person, but no –no blood. And last but definitely not least, when he woke up, he felt as if he were young again. He even thought that he was 16 again and was dragged by his friends to have underage drinking that ended up lying out in the Forbidden Forest somehow managing to lose all his clothes along the way.

It was strange. The fact that he was surrounded by larger-than-normal wolves with an equally strange tribal dressed boy –that looked no taller than a 14 year old- made it nothing less than odd, bizarre, outlandish and any more words that he can describe as "strange".

He felt drunk. He probably looked drunk.

The same chuckle he heard from when he woke up sounded again and this time he recognized it that he wasn't even surprised by the fact the boy –Lee- was up in a high branch on a tall thin tree, sitting freely with not an ounce of worry that he might break his neck if he was pushed by a strung gust and falls or that the branch might break under his weight and falls or—

"I'll be fine Professor, no need to worry" Lee said, ceasing his train of thought with that silly grin on his face. Remus frowned at that, 'does he find danger funny? Does he find ME funny?' he thought reproachfully. As if reading his thoughts the kid on the branch laughed full-heartedly. 'Wait. Reading my thoughts?!' Remus widened his eyes at the realization.

"Finally noticed huh, Professor?" Lee asked amused with that grin on his face.

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