Wolverine's Feral Flame

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"Dammit Rose, wake the hell up" Logan said

I caught whatever was thrown at me, my eyes opening as I let out a yawn, pushing myself up with my free hand and looking at my other, seeing that I had caught a pillow, most likely from Logan's bed. Setting it in my lap, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, running a hand through my hair and looking at Logan, who was already looking at me

"You weren't kidding when you said dead to the world sleep" he said with a smirk

"Oh, bite me" I said, getting up

Ruffling my hair a bit, I pulled my bag out from under the couch, opening it and removing a random outfit, zipping it back up and walking in the bathroom.

"Let my dog out, please?" I asked through the thin door

I heard a faint click, which told me he let Malyshka out and I quickly did whatever I needed to do, dressed in my new outfit. Walking out, I put my clothes in a separate bag, then put that bag in my duffle bag, grabbing a pair of black high heeled combat boots, putting them on and lacing them up, noticing Logan was no longer in the camper. I put on a pair of white fingerless gloves, strapping those on and walking out when I heard a bark from Malyshka. A small smile formed on my lips, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned against the door, watching as Logan threw a tennis ball.

Like Malyshka usually did, she let out a bark as she ran after the ball, but she didn't have to jump in the air to catch it as she likes to do, she had to bend down to get it and run back. When she saw me, however, she ran straight over to me, causing me to crouch down, dropping the ball and nearly pushing me back. I scratched her head and neck, causing her to close her eyes and lean back against my touch, a smile forming on my lips as I picked up the ball. Watching as this quickly gained her attention, smiling as she backed up a few steps, keeping her eye on the ball.

I threw the ball, causing her to let out a bark as she chased after it, clapping when she jumped in the air to catch it, running back to me and dropping it at my feet.

"I can't get it there" I said to her

This caused her to pick up the ball and put it in my open palm, allowing me to throw it once more, a smile forming on my lips when she let out another bark. Logan looked at me with a raised eyebrow, walking over to me and leaning back against the side of the camper,

"She likes to catch it" I informed

"I'll remember that" he replied, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans

"And the reason she liked you was because you had the ball" I added, "she doesn't really like men . . . or other people for that matter"

"Noted" he responded "we're moving out in a bit" pushing off the side of the camper "traffic is gonna be a bitch"

"Its. . ." I trailed off, looking at my watch that lay around my left wrist "Monday. Of course traffic is gonna be bad" dropping my hand "people are either going to work or going home from work or even visiting family in other cities" 

He shrugged slightly, walking into the camper, most likely getting everything ready to get back on the road, I folded my arms over my stomach, looking up at the freeway above us, watching as the cars zoomed by. I looked to my left, watching the sun begin to rise, a smile slowly making its way on my lips as I headed toward the shore. The waves were soft, the rays of the sun reflecting against the waters, colors bouncing off the clouds, it just looked so surreal.