Logan was a solo man. A man who was good at one thing and one thing only. He was a cold-blooded killer with the claws to prove it. It was all he knew, but that faithful night, when he came across a small child...well he couldn't let the kid freeze. It was the middle of the night in fucking Eureka, Nunavut. Canada winter. The small child stood just outside of Logan's log cabin as he began debate wether or not to let the kid in, ultimately saying 'fuck it' as he opened the door and adjusted his flannel.

"Kid."

The child jumped as they turned around, their sivwrimg frame and frostbitten hands clinging to their coat sent shivers down the older man's spine as he held the door open.

"Get the hell inside before your nose freezes off," he remarked, a bit more agressive then he wanted.

The child rushed inside as Logan closed the door behind the small pipsqueak and removed his coat, hanging it up before kneeling to the kid's hieght.

"Hey kid, I'm Logan. Logan Howlett. What's your name?"

The small kid remained silent as they looked up at the tall burly man, noticing his fluffy kitty-eared hair.

"...Y...Y...Y/N..."

Logan huffed, a small chuckle erupted from his chest as he flashed a gentle smile.

"Y/N, huh? Well that's a interesting name. I take it you ain't from 'ere?"

The child nodded in agreement, the frost still visable on their face as Logan's gaze softened even more. He hated seeing children out in the cold, especially canadian cold...didn't help that the kid looked like they were only six or seven, way too young to be out in the freezing woods all alone. Especially at night! The very thought of this kid getting gobbled up by some hungry stray wolf like a fairytale began to form in his head as anger boiled over.

"Well, where the hell's your parents?"

"...don't got 'em..."

Logan foze at the soft and quiet whisper from the kid, a sudden pang hitting his chest as relization struck. This kid wasn't just some random six or seven year old that was lost in the forest. It was an orphan, a stray orphan with no family. No home. He began to internally cuss as he began to realize just how similar of a situation he was once in. It hit something deep within Logan as he began to contemplate just what to do with the small child.

He couldn't just kick him out, no way...but he was in no position to house a kid either. He had axes, cigar holders and empty alcohol bottles all over the place. Not to mention food. Logan only had enough to feed himself, he would have to go out and look for extra food for the kid...and if the kid was picky, it could make it even more complicated. Logan hated complicated. He began to tend to the fireplace and ushered the kid to come closer.

"Sit here, warm up a bit. Just don't get too close."

The child hesitantly hovered their hands over the fire, occasionally looking over at Logan while he piled wood in the fireplace. He caught the kid staring after awhile and began to grumble.

"Eh, don't you worry kid. I ain't no wolf and I sure as shit ain't no witch. I ain't gonna gobble you up."

The child giggled softly as they continued to warm up, Logan slowly straying away from the fire to grab a wool blanket and wrap it around the child.

"There we go. Nice an' warm, ay? Should keep you from freezing ya toes off."

Logan let out a hefty chuckle as he noticed the kid burrowing in the blanket, falling silent as they fell asleep. He sighed softly as he picked the kid up and sat them down in his recliner before going to lay down on the couch to keep an eye on the fire while the kid slept.

"Yeah, you get some shut eye...and don't you worry. This old man'll keep you safe..."