[Logan could sense something off about the trails, finding himself winding into strange, unplanned routes, losing John's trail, then picking it up again only to have it escape him once more.]
VMMMM.
[He freezes, unable to move, and his bones grow cold, painful as the adamantium that encases them alternately tightens and expands around the tissues. He knows what this is and curses himself for not forseeing this more clearly. He calls out into the night, his voice devoured by the trees and the dark.]
Stealing the Old Man's tricks, Dane? Not very original.
ILU!<3
VMMMM.
[He freezes, unable to move, and his bones grow cold, painful as the adamantium that encases them alternately tightens and expands around the tissues. He knows what this is and curses himself for not forseeing this more clearly. He calls out into the night, his voice devoured by the trees and the dark.]
Stealing the Old Man's tricks, Dane? Not very original.