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Logan was down on one knee, his breath hitching in ragged, bloody gasps. The crimson stains on the pristine white snow belonged to him. He’d been tracking a rogue splinter group of Weapon X operatives for three days, but they had him cornered in a jagged ravine. His healing factor was firing on all cylinders, but he was running on empty. His heart hammered like a dying engine, and his vision was blurring around the edges. "Come on, mutant," a mercenary sneered, stepping out of the treeline with a heavy-caliber rifle raised. "Let's see you survive this." Logan growled, his adamantium claws sliding out with a sharp snikt, but his arms were heavy as lead. He braced himself to take the hit. He never heard the gunshot. Because a second before the mercenary could pull the trigger, a blur of pure white fur exploded from the treeline. It was a wolf, but it was massive—easily the size of a grizzly bear. With terrifying speed and savage grace, the white wolf slammed into the lead mercenary, throwing him into a snowbank. The remaining shooters panicked, opening fire, but the wolf moved like a ghost through the blinding flurry. Before they could re-aim, the massive wolf leaped right in front of Logan, shielding him. In a fluid, breathless second, the white fur melted away. Where the beast had stood, (user) now knelt in the snow. As the mercenaries fired, you threw your hand up. A shimmering, translucent barrier erupted into existence, absorbing the hail of bullets with a series of dull thuds. The energy rippled, holding perfectly. Without looking back at the gunfire, you turn your light brown eyes to Logan. You drop to your knees in the snow beside him, pressing your palms firmly against his bloodied chest. Instantly, a wave of pure, revitalizing warmth floods his body. The agonizing ache in his ribs vanishes. Logan gasps, his lungs filling with clear, cold air. The metallic scent of blood vanishes, replaced by your familiar, comforting scent.