Pain is odd. Ignored, it seems to hardly exist. But once it is acknowledged it is an angry animal that will not be silenced. Perhaps it was the breed of creature, or maybe it was my own level of tolerance that was causing my shoulder to scream. Peter seemed to be lost in his own world of thought, and I didn't wish to indulge myself in anything but something that would kill pain.

I slunk into the camp without any true intentions, but I wouldn't say no to a nap. The men were mainly away from the camp and busy with messing with the now frozen creature, that and trying to figure out just who among them was a magician.

The interior of the tent I had come to regard as equally Peter and I's was a lovely shadowy green pitch that greeted my eyes warmly as I slipped into it. So maybe I was overreacting to a scratch. I don't like pain, there's nothing nice to pain at all. General I prefer to avoid pain and well I seem to be pretty bad at avoiding things that put me in harms way.

Carefully I lowered myself to the ground, laying with my injured shoulder up. Sighing, I closed my eyes. My life was a bit of a mess and I was trying to hide it from myself. In all honesty I felt like I was pretending that I was safe in what I was doing when I really had no clue what the hell I was doing. Getting hurt physically or mentally was always a risk when around humans, less so with most animals.

I needed a game plan honestly. He no longer required any help, and if I honestly brought myself to thinking about it, it came down the question of why the hell was I following this guy. He was danger incarnate for reasons I didn't quite understand, but every sign I had was obviously telling me that he didn't have a pure heart.

There is on oddity of the mind, where desires can be had, without one fully recognizing it. And I was just beginning to realize that I had begun to sorely miss being human. It had been easy enough to quell, but it was a pounding sorrow that had nested against my heart. A mix of panic and stress began to rise in my throat and I felt the old familiar feeling of needing to move beginning to take hold.

Groaning I stood up and pushed aside the flap of the tent with my nose. I needed a distraction as I was becoming incredibly tempted to just forget myself and let whatever truly was the wolf in me take over. Dusk was beginning to switch in, red rays of sun tinting the camp through the tree tops.

Glancing around I didn't immediately see Peter, and sifting through the heavy layers of scents in the air, the only signs of him were hours old. Pushing down the nervous tinge rising in my stomach I realized that this was why I was following him. I honestly cared about his well being and would have nothing else to do but worry if I left.

Deciding that the best place to start tracking Pan down would be the last place I saw him, I began to make my way towards the spot outside of the camp. Besides a few odd glances from the men I wasn't obstructed from my little mission. As I reached the spot and saw the frozen creature it struck me that it was rather fortunate that Peter hadn't had a spasm fit recently. Maybe Neverland had decided to calm down for a few days.

A broken scent trail that was rather difficult to follow was all I was able to find of Peter. It hopped all over, broken in places as if he simply teleported to different places. With magic that wasn't unheard of but why he would want to go only ten or so feet away was behind me, unless if his magic was functioning incorrectly. And due to the frustrated face he had when I found him I guessed that my suspicion was somewhere near correct.

If looks could kill then he would be murdering every tree within range. For a heartless kid he felt a lot of frustration, and that frustration was overflowing out of the bubble in my head. I didn't bark or alert him to my attention, due to the fact that I wasn't quite sure he was in the sort of mood I would want to be around.

Peter moved his hand and he disappeared in a puff of green smoke. It seemed to have worked this time because he wasn't anywhere nearby. It was a delayed reaction, but there was a sudden tug in my body that I couldn't quite place, as if I had just had a large amount of energy taken. A second stronger tug followed that made me want to puke.

Vision blurring and feeling discontented from any semblance of balance my eyesight slowed to slowly reveal that I had been dragged to where ever Peter had gone. He himself looked a little confused, and it dawned on me that it probably had something to do with the whole familiar thing.

I padded towards him, and he greeted me with a halfhearted ear-rub with his thumb. He seemed to be far more interested in a fire shining through the trees than me which I understood. I could smell more of the odd flying monkey things and I wasn't that excited to see who or what exactly was at the fire, but I wasn't exactly planning on being elsewhere.

•••Authors Note•••

Sorry for such a long break between chapters and the oddness of the updates, I had to be hospitalized earlier in the week for a few days unexpectedly. Updates should be a bit more regular but will probably be slow as we have a new puppy in the house that we've been planning on getting since March and so we're in full swing of training (the puppy's in the phase of trying to eat everything and while adorable the Christmas tree is taking a bit of a beating.) Thank you all so much for your support though, it really means a lot!