Before Wolf had a chance to react, Sabretooth stood and walked into the cell. "Now, let's see how good of a job that runt did in teachin' ya!" He roared and swiped a paw Wolf. "Fight me, Mutt! Give it the best you got!"
Wolf fell to the floor and tumbled as Sabretooth hit him. He shakily got to his feet and backed away. "No, I'm not supposed to fight unless I'm in the Danger Room."
"Did the runt Logan teach you that?" Sabretooth growled and tried to claw him again.
This time Wolf was able to duck. "He's not a runt!" he growled.
Sabretooth chuckled. "You'll learn real quick that I don't give a dmn what that runt tells you!"
Wolf could tell Sabretooth was getting frustrated that he wasn't fighting, but he wasn't going to do anything, not after what happened last time he got in a fight! However, the things the guy was saying about Logan were beginning to make him mad!
Then without warning, as his other attacks had been, Sabretooth pounced on Wolf and pinned him on his back. "Well, maybe I need to let you know for sure that you're mine now, not Logan's!" He dragged a claw across the corner of Wolf's left eye, cutting deep.
"Aaaaaugh!" Wolf yowled and clawed at Sabretooth's arm to make him stop.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Sabretooth grinned and continued cutting him until the scratch was three inches long. "When a scar forms, you'll remember next time to do what I tell you! Now fight!" He got off Wolf to let him up.
Wolf flipped back on all fours and felt his scratch, then looked at his hand. There was blood. He snarled and pounced at Sabretooth angrily, changing to his wolf-form in mid-air.
"That's more like it!" Sabretooth knocked him to the side.
Wolf rolled back to his feet and came at Sabretooth without thinking, animal rage taking over.
They fought until Wolf reached the point of exhaustion. Then Sabre pushed him to the side and left the cell.
After a few days of that and not eating or drinking anything, Wolf was weakened and bruised. He didn't know what time or day it was anymore, and he didn't really even care.
He heard the cell open, but didn't have the energy to turn his head. He could barely see anyway. His eyes were bleary, and the cut along his left one has scabbed, sealing that one shut.
He felt a hand grab his chin and force his mouth open. He caught a quick scent Logan?
"Drink this down, mutt." No, not Logan. Sabretooth. He had never noticed how similar their scents were before.
Something metal was pushed in his mouth, and he tasted warm, fresh, bloodless milk. He eagerly gulped it down, only partially wondering where it came from. Magneto had said all the milk in the house had been tainted.
"You've got to keep your strength up," Sabretooth said as he held the canteen to Wolf's mouth, "How else am I supposed to fight you? Don't tell Maggie though, or next time I won't be able to sneak in anything, and you'll have to drink what he gives you or die."
Wolf opened his clear eye and looked at him. There was a chance the milk was poisoned, but at this point he didn't care.
When the canteen was empty, Wolf felt a little stronger. Then he tasted something else.
"Steak!" He quickly tore apart the freshest, juiciest, tastiest bloody piece of raw cow he had ever eaten. It was recently killed, too. Well, now he knew where the milk came from.
Sabretooth let him finish his food and walked over to the bowl of stale, bloody milk. Well, if it wasn't gone by morning, Magneto would be suspicious why Wolf was more energetic. With a sigh, he picked the bowl up and gulped it down. He set it back down and walked out the cell. "You're a fighter, mutt, don't let yourself get weak again."