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It was nothing, a small wolf cub with it's paw caught in a trap. Apparently some hunter had left the traps and then never bothered checking them. The cub looked starved and wild. As it sniffed the air, it caught Cris' scent and growled, although the sound came more as a whimper than such.

It took quite a while, but the pup eventually let him have his way, although, it was more giving up than anything. When all Reinhart did was release him, the cub whimpered and begin to lick it's paw, soothing the pain of the injury as best it could. Either the man would kill him or not, the shock was still new for the pup to really think things through.Sunlight began slipping through the trees. Cris had left during the night and it now it seemed the daylight was back, and the wolf began to look as if it was in pain or something, a small growl slipping from its lips before it simply collapsed to the ground, not dead, but exhausted.

The cub reached up wearily, licking Reinhart's face once it had gotten the scent of him in his nose. Then a curious thing happened, the cub began shifting as darts of sunlight hit it. First the muzzle disappeared, and Reinhart would find a dry nose nuzzling his cheek, then baby blue eyes stared up at him as the now naked child cradled the seriously injured arm to his body.

"Mama!!", the child called out to the forest, his weight suddenly a lot more than Reinhart was expecting. No wolf ears at all, but a straggly, scrawny little kid with coal black hair. "Mama!!"

And the woods rustled, as if something heard.

And a wolf came... a she wolf to be exact. Growling protectively over her cub in Reinhart's grasp. But she heard what he'd said, and the wolf's eyes widened in a bit of shock, and then she shape shifted as well, becoming a lovely young lady of perhaps the same age as Cris.

"Nathan...what have you done, I've been looking for you for ages..." She moved towards Reinhart, her arms outstretched for the child, but still eyed him cautiously.

"Mama, I did what you told me too, and threw up the shield over me...but he saw through it, just like the legends!!" The child babbled excitedly and squirmed in Reinhart's grasp for his 'mother'.

She held the child's hand in hers, and a soft blue glow permeated. "We were on a search party two days ago, and Nathan got seperated from us..." But she got interrupted by the child who felt the need to but in.

"That's cause I was sure I found one of the caves, but you wouldn't believe me..." He sulked but wrapped his arms around the woman tightly as his hand healed.

The woman smiled at the child and then looked up at Reinhart, her eyes full of questions. She held out a free hand when she was done healing the child.

"Migan, and this is my son, Nathan."

She again smiled at him, though the smile was a bit uncertain. "If you don't mind, may I ask you a question?" if he replied in the affirmative, she would continue.

"We teach the children shielding from a young age, but you were able to see through it...there haven't been any able to do that...in...well... more years than I've been alive."she paused, "And I could have sworn I heard you mention Fenrir..." The child known as Nathan snuggled into his mother: content, playing with a lock of her coal black hair, replying sleepily for Cris.

"That's cause he's Tyris..."the child smiled and nuzzled his mother, " ...silly mama..."

Small fangs bit at her lip, she felt rather embarrassed, "Tyris is a legend among those exiled from Fenris..."She ran her fingers through his hair, "When the men died, telling the children stories of the man who would take back our homeland so that we could return was all that gave us hope." Her face blushed prettily and she looked down, unable to meet his eyes.