Logan trudged through a snow-covered forested landscape.
Narration: Been hunting a week during the hardest, meanest part o' the Canadian winter. It's so cold even my fingers are stiff and teeth are chatterin'. Tigress has gotta be freezin' near to death. Not fer much longer though.
Narration: Fortunately, Tigress's made a B-line away from civilization-- straight into the heart o' Canada's vast wilds. My territory. He's never been outta the labs and can't cover his scent enough ta throw me, even though he knows I'm after him by now. He hasn't killed any dinner in the last few days, just run something fierce. But I know a bit more about movin' fast in the winter wilds and have gained on him steadily. Track's less'n an hour old now, not gonna be long.
Logan slid down a snowy slope.
Narration: Before I left I saw what was left of Tigress's compound and his civilian handiwork; Sabretooth woulda been proud.
Narration: But I have no intention of returning Tigress to Department H, to be worked on more by sawbones and suits; I know what that's like and I ain't never givin' anyone over to that hell. No. But Tigress is still a dangerous, rabid animal, and the best I can do by him and the world is to put him down as soon as possible. Then maybe I'll do the same to Department H.
Logan looked up, eyes half shut, sniffing.
Narration: The wind shifted and brought with it Tigress's scent, fresh. He musta gotten tired o' runnin' and stopped to make a stand, probably among those rocks there. Poor guy must be desperate with cold and hunger, crazed beyond imaginin'.
Logan trudged on.
Narration: The wind changed again so I'm upwind of the rocks, but it doesn't matter now. The hunt's over.
A shape lurked behind a stand of trees.
In a blur it rushed Logan, struck, and ran to crouch a few feet away in a pool of shadows.
Narration: I realize too late that Tigress was closer than I thought. The initial attack's over and I'm bleedin' almost before I can register it.
Logan doubled over. He brought a hand to his face and looked at it, dripping with blood.
Narration: He surprised me, first blood's his. But doesn't know I'm a mutant like him and he's lurkin' in the shadows waitin' fer me to keel over. Now it's my turn to surprise him.
Logan launched himself at the shape and a fierce fight ensued.
Narration: It's so dark under the trees all I can see of him is shadows and blurs, but it's enough. I take some hard blows, but then my claws hit home and hotness splashes over my hand once, then again.
Tigress broke away and raced towards a clearing. He whirled to face Wolverine, crouching again.
Narration: He knows it's over, that I'm gonna win, but he stops to face me anyway, prepared to give as good as he gets. I can respect that.
Trees shifted in the wind and moonlight played over the figure of Tigress ... a womanly figure.
Wolverine: What the?! Oh Lord ...
A blond-haired, starved girl glares blankly at Wolverine snarling like an animal, claws and fangs glinting, ready for a final battle.
End issue.
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