The black wolf kept low to the ground as he stalked the herd of deer in front of him. His piercing blue eyes were solely focused on getting food, as his 'pack' was low on rations (again). He was upwind of the deer and, therefore, had the advantage. It was also twilight, the sun casting shadows throughout the field, making the wolf blend in with the tall grass.

Limp… Limp… Limp…

The wolf's eyes narrowed at the injured doe. Her right, back knee was hanging limply from its socket. She also seemed to be struggling to stay with her herd.

So... In other words: perfect target.

The black wolf got up from his laying position, his belly skimming the ground as he stalked forward. His ears were twitching in all directions, at every sound he heard: the birds chirping, a fawn bleating, the wind rustling the tall grass of the field, the distant sounds of the mutant camp.

Quickly and quietly, the mutant wolf inched towards the herd. His heart began to pick up and his blood thundered in his ears. He thought maybe the herd's sensitive ears might be able to pick up his beating heart or pumping blood but they remained calm, grazing on the tall grass.

Then, much to the wolf's dismay, the wind decided to shift, his scent drifting over to the herd. Almost as one, every last head popped up from the ground. One of the bucks bleated and the herd immediately took off running, the midnight black wolf right on their tail.

The limping doe was practically left behind and the wolf easily gained on her. With a great leap, the wolf landed on her back, biting at her throat and clawing her skin. The doe tripped, sending both of them hurtling towards the ground. The wolf's jaw muscles tensed to stay latched onto the doe's throat and his claws sunk deeper into her fur. The two rolled on the ground and the doe tried squirming out of the wolf's grasp but it was no use. The midnight black figure fixed his hold on her throat and cut her jugular vein.

The life in the liquid black eyes of the doe melted away and she was still. The wolf released his jaws from her throat and his claws from her skin and circled around to her belly. Instead of diving right in to the warm meat, he sat in his silent thoughts for a few minutes before tearing at her skin and eating his steaming meal, warming his own insides in the process.

After eating a good portion of the meat, the wolf lapped up some of the warm blood with his tongue. The metallic taste was better than the warm water he was used to drinking back at the camp, even though it was winter in Canada.

Getting off the ground, the wolf shook himself and then stretched like a cat. A pleased moan echoed throughout his throat and he stood tall off the ground, a little over three feet in height to his shoulder. His head, to the tips of his dual colored ears, was a little over four feet from the ground.

Hoping no other hungry predator was around; the wolf sprinted back to the camp, which was about a quarter mile from his hunting sight. The wolf made it back in just a few minutes with his impressive speed.

Entering the camp, many of the mutants cast him wary glances. He was a menacing sight with blood coating his jaw, front paws and chest. His height and the fangs still stained red that were sticking out of his mouth made the scene all the more terrifying.

The wolf loped to the stream beside the camp and didn't hesitate to jump in. He splashed and rolled in the water till all the blood on his fur was washed away. He also used his tongue to lap up the water, getting the leftover metallic taste of the blood from his mouth. Then he walked out of the water and onto the bank, where he shook his fur, getting most of the water off and soaking a few nearby mutants in the process. The few that did get soaked whined and groaned but made no move to beret the wolf (which was not a bad idea).

And just to irritate the soaked mutants further, the wolf went intangible to rid himself of the rest of the water. He earned many groans in reward for his mischievousness.

The wolf trotted back to his tent where it was warm and Jean was waiting for him, lying on the bed and reading a book. Once the flaps closed behind him, he transformed back into his human self and wordlessly got in the bed beside the red head. He laid against her body, her arms wrapped around him, the book still in hand.

The red-head smiled lovingly and asked "Would you like me to read to you?"

Danny nodded, more than pleased with the proposal.

Jean began reading aloud the words on the white pages of the book. The raven-haired teen listened quietly to the woman's soft words. The kerosene lantern on the nightstand beside them flickered its soft light, casting shadows of the two on the walls.

And late into the night, while everyone else was asleep or just laying down to rest, Jean continued to read to Danny. Their kerosene lamp was the only one that continued to burn.

Danny growled low in his throat at Magneto from his perch on the cliff-face. The mutant army was on the move, ready to set Magneto's plan in action. The teen had politely asked his mother if he could run alongside the group on the cliff that had made a sort of bowl for the camp they had set up. Hesitantly, the woman had said yes and let him go. He knew, though, she was watching him closely from her place by Magneto's side as he led the army.

Once he had separated from the group, he had shifted into his wolf form and began walking along the edge of the cliff, watching everyone with a careful eye, especially the leader. He didn't like the 'alpha' in the least and had almost challenged him on multiple occasions. Almost.

But Danny had clawed his face with his adamantium nails when the older man tried to rest his arms around Jean's shoulder, making four parallel scratches on his cheek. His mother, though secretly not minding, had scolded her son until he said he wouldn't do it again. Then he had gone and done it again when she wasn't around. That man irritated him so much.

The growl in the wolf's throat continued. His teeth were unconsciously bared, showing off his sharp fangs. His hackles were raised, making him look twice his height. His black pupils were narrowed into slits.

Jean sent him a warning look, which eased Danny's irritation. His hackles fell, his teeth became hidden, and his pupils went back to normal. The growl, though still there, quieted down some.

Jean smiled at Danny's now calm form and turned back to the front. Danny turned his walk into a trot and was soon 'leading' the group from the cliff face. Jean watched amused while Magneto rolled his eyes. From the corner of his eye, Danny saw, stopped, and growled in warning at the older man who raised his hands in surrender and surprise. Danny's growl diminished and he began trotting again.

As they continued, Danny's pointed ears perked when he heard a twig snap behind him. He stopped, head high, and sniffed the air. It wasn't much use as the breeze was blowing in his face and not the direction of the snapping twig. The wolf turned around, fangs bared in warning, another growl escaping his mouth.

A young but powerful wolverine was stalking him. Danny was bigger than him in size but adult wolverines took on wolf packs all the time. One lone wolf must look like easy prey to this wolverine.

But, of course, this animal had no idea this wolf was a mutant with amazing powers.

Ignoring his mother's call, Danny circled the wolverine. The other animal had his teeth bared as well, growling deep. The wolf was doing the same with his hackles raised, eyes narrowed into slits, yet again.

The wolverine darted forward and clamped his teeth on the wolf's shoulder but Danny rolled, pushing his shoulder into the wolverine's face. The smaller creature released the wolf's shoulder with a loud yelp. Danny growled and swiped his clawed paw across the wolverine's face, creating four scratches. The wolverine coiled away from the wolf, hissing. Danny, head high on his bleeding shoulders, growled loudly in warning. The wolf made a mock lunge, the wolverine skittering back farther, hissing.

Danny paced back and forth in front of the wolverine, glaring at it. The wolverine returned the glare with the same venom. The smaller creature made for a lunge but Danny charged as well, scaring the wolverine and making it back away in fear. Danny began barking savagely at the other creature with his loud and powerful voice. The wolf snapped his jaws, looking rabid without the foaming mouth or the red eyes.

The wolverine hissed again and, building some courage, mirrored the wolf's powerful stance. Danny made another mock lunge, getting closer than before and snapping his jaws in warning. The wolverine skittered back but not as much as before. Danny, seeing as his foe was gaining confidence, decided to destroy any confidence it had. He lunged forward, fully intent on creating damage. The wolverine ran out of the way and from the wolf, which pursued him. Danny nipped the wolverine's tail, earning a loud yelp in response, and the wolverine retreated into the forest.

Danny stopped his pursuit, huffing and panting. But, standing tall, he threw his head up and let out a long howl in warning for any predatory creatures in a six mile radius. Then he huffed again and stalked back to the cliff edge, ignoring his bleeding shoulder. He could take care of it later.

Most of the mutants looked at his stalking and irritated form warily, not used to the wolf's hostile atmosphere.

Jean looked at Danny worriedly. At her face, Danny smiled faintly and let the irritation ease from his muscles. He shook himself to further increase his relaxed state. Ears perked for any threatening sounds, he continued the journey, like everyone else in the camp.

Bonus chapter for anyone who wanted to see Danny's wolf side in action!

Kadzait: *shakes head*

What?

Kadzait: It took you that long to write around 3 pages?

...shut up...I was winging this chapter...

Kadzait: Nice. Very... Nice.

*eye twitches*

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