The wolf and the panther chapter two.
'Thought'
"Speaking"
Wolverine's pov...
'Damnit, Xavier! What the hell am I doing on this mountain?!' I thought as my hand slipped off of yet another rock. 'What the hell do you think I am going to find on a mountain?' I grunted as I pulled myself onto the slippery ledge I had reached. I looked around as I heard a growling sound from behind me, and I looked around slowly, seeing nothing. I tried to smell if there was anything strange in the air, but I was knocked to the hard shale underneath me by a large force. "What the-"
'Don't even finish that sentence!' The thought broke into my mind. A strangely feminine voice that sounded angry spoke to me within my own mind. I opened my eyes to see what had knocked me down, and saw a large gray wolf with one black back paw on top of me. I only truly focused on her eyes though, a fierce emerald, the right sliced by a pink scar that seemed to never fade.
'What are you doing here?!' The voice broke through my thoughts once again.
Before I answered her, anger outweighed reason, and I tried to push her off of me, but only ended with sharp, dagger like claws digging into my shoulders and knees. The Wolf let out an almost lion like roar, and bared her teeth at me. 'Answer me!' The voice screamed. I growled at this being on top of me. "Why should I?" I asked, slightly growling. Her head lowered to the point where her hot breath was on my face. Her eyes were angry, her teeth were bared, and she was snarling a bit, but she didn't look ready to kill me, and that sent chis up my spine for some reason. "I was sent here to investigate." 'Investigate what?' She asked, now slightly curious as she back slightly off of me and withdrew her claws, allowing me to sit up against a wall of shale behind me. 'Energy signals.' My mind thought, my own voice. The wolf looked scared and defensive, her muscles grew tense, and she watched me carefully for several moments, to see what in would do next. I just sat there, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do. 'By who' she asked defensively.
"By professor Charles Xavier." I spoke out calmly, watching as she relaxed, and quickly shifted into a teenage girl. "Are you one of the X-men?" She asked curiously. From where she sat near the ledge. "Yes I am." "Take me there." She spoke calmly, her now hazel eyes daring me to tell her no. "Fine." I spoke, not able to tell her no, afraid what would happen if I argued with her. "Follow me, she spoke as she stood, not slipping on the slippery stone that was being covered in rain that neither of us seemed to notice earlier.