Wolf perked his ears as Pyro walked over.

"Hey, you gonna die from rabies or what?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Nah, turns out I'll live," Wolf grinned.

"That sucks," Pyro groaned, "I was hoping for a little peace and quiet."

"Shut up," Wolf growled, smirking slightly, "Well, if it makes you feel better, I might die from the taste of whatever Logan put into my mouth, or the smell of the chemicals they put on my paw." He held his hand away from his face.

Logan looked at him, then swatted him hard.

"Ow!" Wolf yelped, spinning away from him and covering his butt. "What was that for?" he demanded, glaring.

Logan grabbed Wolf's wrist and held it in front of his eyes. "See this? This is a hand, not a paw," he said calmly.

Wolf growled in frustration and confusion. "What's the difference?"

"One, your hand is not covered in fur, nor does it have pads on the bottom. Second, your hand has an opposable thumb and longer fingers. Third, and most important, you are a human, and humans have hands. If you are talking about your wolf-form, however, then you can say 'paw', understand?" he asked as he looked into his eyes.

Wolf nodded, looking to the side.

"Good," Logan said, letting go, "Now there are about three minutes 'til your next class. Behave, both of you."

"Yeah yeah," Pyro said, watching him walk to his office.

Wolf looked at his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist. "Who f*ing cares what I call it?" he muttered, then sighed, "Whatever. I guess we should go get our books now."

Pyro nodded. "Yeah, we don't have much time."

They walked to their dorm and grabbed their stuff, then started down the hallway.

Suddenly Wolf was hit from behind and he ended up sprawled on the floor, his books scattered everywhere.

"Mark that, b*tch, not looking quite so heroic now, huh?" Zane asked, laughing as he walked by with Jimmy and Bobby.

"Jerks!" Pyro yelled, "Do you want me to kill you?"

Bobby turned and smirked. "You could never kill me, candle brain."

Pyro glared at him. "Wanna bet, snowflake?" he asked as he pulled out his lighter.

Bobby quickly moved his fingers and a layer of ice formed over Pyro's lighter and hand.

"Gah!" Pyro yelled, shaking his hand and ultimately sending his lighter flying.

Bobby just laughed at him and waved as he continued down the hallway.

Wolf shook himself and started to gather his books. He picked up the lighter and broke the ice off of it. "You don't like ice?" he asked, holding it out to him.

"I don't like cold," Pyro answered, "It burns." He took it and lit a flame, running it over his hand to warm it.

Wolf stood and stretched. "Don't let them get to you," he said, "They're almost ready to fight."

Pyro sighed. "Whatever."

"We should go to class," Wolf sighed, "But I really don't want to sit in those desks right now…"

"Then don't," Pyro said quietly, "Let's skip."

Wolf looked at him. "And go where?"

"There's a lake not far from here, we could go swimming."

Wolf cringed. "I don't swim."

"Um… okay, there's a field right next to it where we could play frisbee or something," Pyro said.

Wolf grinned, "Fantastic, let's do that!"

"Who says 'fantastic'?" Pyro teased, "Anyway, the frisbee is in our room, and we might as well go back to put our books away."

Wolf stuck his tongue out and they walked back to their room just as the bell rang.

"No going back now," Wolf grinned.

"Who was planning to?" Pyro smirked as he grabbed his frisbee from his trunk and opened the window, "Let's go." He dropped his frisbee outside and climbed through.

Wolf changed form and jumped outside, landing on his paws. He shook himself off and changed back to a human. "Why the dramatic exit?" he asked as he stood, indicating the window.

Pyro shrugged. "Someone might have seen us going out the front door."

"I guess so," Wolf said, "But there's a fence around the property, so we'll have to go through the front gate anyway. Is it even open?"

Pyro smirked. "The gate is open until dark, that's probably how that dog got in. But we don't need to go that way. Just follow me."

Wolf gave a curious growl and walked behind Pyro as they walked toward one of the school's gardens.

Pyro walked behind a few bushes where the fence was partially hidden. The fence itself was one of the old kinds, a wrought iron fence with brick pillars every twenty-five feet. Pyro smirked at him and pointed to where one of the bars was missing. "I got Kurt to take that out a while ago, and the teachers never noticed. It's just wide enough to squeeze through." He slipped through the space and looked at Wolf expectantly.

Wolf looked at the top of the fence; it really wasn't that high. He jumped and grabbed the top bar, swinging himself over the 'spearheads' at the top and landing next to Pyro. He smirked at him.

"Show off," Pyro muttered before turning around and walking towards a stretch of woods.

Wolf chuckled.

The woods were extremely pleasant for Wolf; he hadn't felt free like this since before he had gotten himself in jail. They walked in a comfortable silence until they came across the field.

Wolf's eyes lit up. It was a huge field with tall grass, and the place reeked of prey.

"You can see the lake right over there," Pyro said, pointing.

Wolf didn't give any indication that he had heard. He quickly changed form and ran off into the tall grass.

Pyro lost sight of him. "Wolf?" he called, "What are you doing?" He walked into the grass to look around; it almost came to his neck. He couldn't see or hear anything. "Wolf? You'd better not jump out at me from behind!" he yelled.

Suddenly there was a high-pitched squealing coming from the right. "Wolf?"

The squealing was cut short. Pyro looked around, slightly worried.

Then the grass parted in front of him and Wolf appeared, carrying a dead rabbit in his mouth.

"Gah! Are you kidding me?" Pyro yelled, "That's disgusting!"

Wolf spit it out and changed form. "What?" he asked, tilting his head.

Pyro looked away. "Dude, there's blood and fur all over your mouth!"

Wolf rolled his eyes and licked his lips. "Want some?" he offered.

Pyro looked at him like he was insane. "No! It's raw and bloody and… and it was just alive!" He looked away again, covering his mouth.

Wolf sighed. "That's what makes it good! But you do have your lighter, so you can just cook it."

"I'll pass," Pyro said, shuddering.

"Well, if it's the fur that bothers you I can try to catch a fish."

"I'm not hungry," Pyro said quickly.

Wolf shrugged. "Suit yourself." He went back to wolf form because it is easier to tear flesh with a wolf's jaws.

"Do not eat that in front of me!" Pyro said, keeping his mouth covered.

Wolf silently picked it up and carried it deeper into the tall grass, lying down to eat.

Three minutes later he was back, as a human, licking his jaws. "Done," he grinned.

Pyro looked at him. "There's still blood on your chin."

Wolf sighed and sniffed the air for water. There was a large puddle nearby that he washed his face in. "Better?" he asked, looking up.

Pyro nodded. "Next time, warn me before you do that so I can prepare myself, man. You startled me."

"Okay," Wolf said, then he shook his head. "People are weird."

"Same goes for dogs," Pyro said.

Wolf shrugged. "Can't argue with that."

"So, are we playing or what?" Pyro asked, holding out the frisbee. "You want me to throw it so you can catch it in your mouth?" he teased.

Wolf mock glared at him. "Shut up," he growled, "I play the same way you do."

Pyro shrugged. "Then let's make it interesting. Whoever lets it hit the ground within ten feet of him gets a point, and whoever gets twenty-five points first has to do a dare that the winner comes up with."

Wolf looked at him suspiciously. "What kind of dare?"

"Nothing dangerous," Pyro grinned, "But something that could get you into trouble, otherwise it wouldn't be fun. And if you absolutely don't like it then you can refuse and I'll come up with another one."

Wolf thought about it, then nodded. "Bring it on," he smirked.

Pyro ran back a few feet and threw it hard, straight at him.

The game went on for a few hours before Pyro finally lost.

"That's not fair," he complained, "You didn't tell me you played so good!"

Wolf shrugged. "I have better senses, plus I'm used to hunting."

Pyro sighed. "Whatever. Just don't make it too embarrassing."

"I won't," Wolf promised.

Pyro's stomach growled. "What time is it?" he wondered.

Wolf looked up at the sun. "I'd say it's almost six thirty," he answered.

"Sh*!" Pro yelled.

Wolf looked at him questioningly.

"It's almost dinnertime! Our afternoon classes have been over for almost an hour! If we don't show up for dinner Logan will think we're missing!"

Wolf swallowed. "He would be mad?'

"Very."

"Race you back?"

"Definitely."

They took off towards the school.