Altruistic Behavior: the most basic form is an individual putting him/herself at risk to help another. In the animal kingdom it is present in many social species and is used to warn the group when a predator is approaching, putting the individual at risk while saving the rest of the group.

Wolf and Pyro squeezed through the fence and climbed through the window back into their room.

"Think we're in trouble?" Wolf asked.

"I don't know," Pyro shrugged as he threw his Frisbee back into his trunk, "Let's go get dinner though, I'm hungry."

"You should've taken what I offered you earlier," Wolf smirked, "But I'm always ready to eat."

"I don't care if I was starving, I would never take that," Pyro grimaced as they walked down the hallway.

"Wolf and John, come here," a familiar voice growled.

They turned to see Logan standing in the doorway of his office. "Inside, now," he ordered, pointing with his thumb to the room behind him.

They looked at each other, then slowly walked up to Logan, and then quickly passed him to get inside.

He closed the door. "Sit down," he said, taking his seat behind the desk.

Pyro immediately sat in one of the two chairs placed in front of the desk. Wolf slowly lowered himself into the other, wincing as he made contact. Logan had done quite a job on him earlier.

Logan noticed the wince and smirked slightly. Then he gave them both a stern look. "Where were you this afternoon?"

"What are you talking about?" Pyro asked.

Logan stared at him. "Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about. All of your teachers for your afternoon classes told me you weren't there today, and I want to know why."

"We skipped," Wolf said simply.

Pyro looked at him like he was insane. "Wolf, shut up!"

Logan held up a hand. "At least he's telling the truth," he said pointedly, "What made you think it would be okay to skip, Wolf?"

He shrugged. "Those classes are useless. I already know what I need to know to survive. Math won't help me at all."

Logan sighed. He couldn't really argue that, he felt the same way. "Then how are you planning to get a job?"

"Why would I need one?" Wolf asked, "I'm a wolf, I can hunt for my food."

Logan looked at him, then leaned across the desk. "Come here," he said, gesturing with a hand.

Wolf titled his head, then slowly leaned forward.

WHACK! Logan smacked him upside the head, then leaned back in his chair.

"Ow!" Wolf complained, jumping back in his seat while clutching his head, then he jumped again as he landed in his seat.

"Get this through your thick skull," Logan growled, "You are not just a wolf, and living like one will not meet all your needs, understand? That's why you need to learn these skills, so you can get a job and live the life you need!"

Wolf nodded and sighed. Whatever, he wasn't sure a wolf's life wouldn't fit him.

Logan looked at both of them. "You two know that I can't just let you off the hook, right?"

Pyro started to play with his lighter nervously.

Wolf groaned. He didn't want to get spanked again, especially since he was still feeling the effects of his last one.

"Matchstick, give me your lighter," Logan said, holding out his hand, "You are both grounded from your powers for a week."

"What?" Pyro panicked, "No! Please don't take it away!" He gripped it tightly.

"John," Logan warned, looking at him sternly, "Give it to me. Now."

Pyro swallowed and slowly held it out.

Before Logan could take it, the lighter went flying across the room.

He looked at Wolf in disbelief. "Why did you just knock it out of his hand?"

"I'm sorry," Wolf said, "but I can't let you punish Pyro, it wasn't his fault. It was my fault, I'll take all the punishment."

"But-!" Pyro protested.

"Shut up!" Wolf growled, looking sideways at him.

Pyro was too startled to say anything.

"Look me in the eye," Logan said calmly to Wolf.

He didn't move.

"Wolf."

He slowly turned his head and met his eyes.

"Pyro chose to go along with you, so it's just as much his fault as it is yours. He needs to be punished just like you do, okay?"

Wolf glared at him. "Leave Pyro out of this!" he growled dangerously.

Logan sighed. "Wolf, he needs to-"

"Let it go, Wolf," Pyro said quietly, "I'll be fine."

Wolf glared at him. "I thought I told you to shut up!"

"And I told you to let it go!" he glared back, "I'm not going to just let you take all the blame!"

They glared at each other for a few minutes.

Logan watched with interest. Did Wolf think he was alpha over Pyro? That would mean that he didn't see them as equals. He wondered if Wolf saw any one as equal, or if he just considered others as either stronger or weaker than he was.

Pyro finally looked away, and Wolf gave a slight smile of satisfaction. He was certainly acting like he was alpha.

Logan cleared his throat. "Matchstick, go get your lighter off the floor for me."

Pyro stood and walked over to where it fell.

"And for you, Pup," Logan said to Wolf, "Since I can't take anything away from you to keep you from using your powers, I've got something for you."

No! Wolf thought, wide-eyed, Not the collar! He remembered how helpless he had felt not being able to change form when Logan had put that collar on him during dinner before. He hated that thing!

Logan opened a desk drawer and took something out, then threw it at him.

Wolf caught it, then growled.

"Now you have two collars," Logan smirked, "But this one's just a regular dog collar, no electronics."

Wolf held it up. It was made from black leather and was studded with spikes. In fact, he would probably even like it if Logan wasn't giving it to him for a punishment. He sighed.

"Like I said, it has no electronics," Logan said, getting up and walking around his desk, "So here's the deal. You wear that collar for a week while you're grounded and you can only take it off when you go to bed. It's just there to remind you not to use your power, okay?"

He took the collar from Wolf and adjusted it around his neck; not too tight, but tight enough that he would feel it.

"Now if you transform when you have it on and I find out about it, unless it's a life or death situation I'll give you a warning the first time and the second time I'll spank you. Then I'll put on your other collar that is electronic and you'll wear that the rest of the week even when you're sleeping. I know how much you hate that one. Understand?"

Wolf nodded, feeling the collar rub against his neck. It was weird.

"Good," Logan said, taking the lighter from Pyro, "Now go eat dinner before it's all gone."

They quickly got up and left his office; they were both hungry.

Once they were in the hallway, Wolf rounded on Pyro. "Don't you ever do that again!"

"Do what again?" Pyro asked evenly, glaring at him.

"Don't go against me like that!" he growled.

"Wolf," Pyro said calmly, "You are not in charge of me, and I'm not going to let you play the hero for something I did."

Wolf sighed in frustration. He was in charge of him, that's the definition of a friend! "You don't understand, I wasn't 'playing the hero'. I can't stand when something happens to anyone in my pack, even the ones I don't like. I really can't deal with it. It's much easier for me to take double the punishment then for me too see you get punished too."

"I don't care! I'm not about to just sit there and let you take the blame, not when it was my fault! You'll just have to live with it."

Wolf snarled and looked away.

"So, I'm part of your pack, huh?"

"Of course, everyone on our team is."

Pyro looked at his collar. "That's a nice touch, by the way," he smiled, "It suits you."

"Does it?" he smirked, "How do I look in it?"

"Hideous, as usual."

"Shut up," Wolf growled, then he walked to a bathroom to look in the mirror at himself. Pyro followed him in; it was a school bathroom with stalls.

"Son of a b*tch," Wolf grinned, looking at it.

"What?" Pyro asked.

"Look at what Logan had put on the dog tags."

Pyro snickered when he saw it:

"Wolf

Property of Xavier's School

For the Specially Gifted."

On the back it said: "If found, please return to-" and the school's address followed.

"What a jerk," Wolf laughed, "I'm gonna have to get him back for this!"