The next morning, Wolf was feeling better. Towards midnight he had woken up and vomited most of the insides of his stomach into the toilet. After he was empty, he went back to bed and slept the rest of the night.

Logan told him that whatever was inside his system had probably been cleaned out by now, and he was probably fine, but should watch what he ate the rest of the day. Forget that! He was going to go find a tasty rabbit to eat!

He jumped out of his window and began sniffing around for prey.

"What are you doing out here, Pup?"

Wolf spun around and saw Logan sitting on the steps, smoking a cigar. He must have come out for a smoke break since Xavier barely let him smoke inside the mansion.

He groaned, he had bad timing. "I was bored of being inside so I wanted to go out."

"Right," he smirked, "I'm sure it had nothing to do with you being sick of soup."

"It didn't," he growled.

"If you say so. How are you feeling?"

"Better," he smiled, "I feel like running now."

"Good," he put his cigar out, "Want to go for a walk?"

"Um, sure," he nodded.

"Stay here for a minute then." Logan got up and walked back into the school.

Wolf sighed and sat on the lawn to wait.

Logan came back outside shortly after with a backpack. "Change form."

Wolf tilted his head and looked at him questioningly, but obeyed. After he was in his wolf-form, Logan put the collar around his neck and attached the leash to it.

Wolf crouched down and laid his ears flat, not happy about that at all.

"Come on," Logan tugged on the leash and began walking.

Wolf pulled a little, then began trotting next to him.

After about ten minutes, Wolf recognized where they were headed. Logan was taking him by a different path, but they were going to the lake. He pulled forward, eager to get to the prey-saturated field.

Logan smirked and pulled back on the leash slightly. "Heel."

Wolf snorted in annoyance and walked along beside Logan again. If he didn't, Logan would have walked slower.

"Good boy," Logan pet Wolf's head.

When they got to the field, Logan let him off the leash. He reached into his backpack and took out a tennis ball. "Want to play fetch?"

Wolf crouched down on his forepaws and wagged his tail eagerly.

Logan smirked and tossed it hard. Wolf instantly ran after it.

After a few rounds, Wolf suddenly heard a splash and his paws felt wet. He froze and looked down. He had been concentrating so much on getting the ball that he didn't notice he was heading towards the lake until he was ankle-deep in water. He immediately tucked his tail between his legs and leapt back to dry land. He ran towards Logan and crouched behind him.

"What's the matter?" Logan looked at him, "Don't you want to keep playing?"

Wolf looked up at him with sad eyes.

"I'm not getting it. If you want it, get it yourself," he scoffed, "It isn't in deep water. That's probably as deep as a puddle, and you told me you didn't mind them."

Wolf continued to stare at him, but when Logan didn't budge, he slowly began to sneak up on the water. After huddling by the shoreline for a few minutes, he carefully stepped in and stretched his neck to reach the ball. He took a few more steps forward and snatched it in his mouth, then sprang away and brought it to Logan.

Logan smiled. "Good job," he rubbed Wolf's head and took the ball from him. He tossed it again. The next few tosses he aimed at or near the shallow water, and when Wolf seemed to get used to that he began to toss it in a little deeper.

Wolf hesitated at first, but soon was dashing in. There wasn't any more trouble until the water got shoulder deep. Then he refused to go any further.

Logan sighed and walked to the water's edge. "What's the matter, Wolf?"

Wolf glanced back at him sadly. If he went out any further, he wouldn't be able to touch the bottom.

"Would it help if I got in with you?"

He thought, then gave a short nod.

Logan took his shirt off and waded in. It was about waist deep where the tennis ball was floating. "Come on."

Wolf hesitantly pushed off and began swimming. He shook slightly and closed his eyes as memories of drowning began to flood his head.

"Wolf, look at me. You're fine."

Wolf opened his eyes and managed to get the tennis ball, then he swam to Logan and tried to climb up and over his shoulder to get out of the water.

"No," Logan gently pushed him down. "Stay."

Wolf shook and swam back to where he could stand. Logan tossed the ball close to him.

After about an hour, Wolf was confident to swim twenty yards out by himself. Logan smiled. Wolf probably wouldn't be swimming on his own anytime soon, or even with other students, but at least he could enter water without breaking down in panic. He'd have to work on swimming underwater later. For that, he'd probably have to bribe him with steak. "Come on, Pup, it's time to go back."

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