The Canadian was torn from his slumber by the shrieking wail of the sirens. His muscles still ached from all the earlier... activity, but he paid no heed as he pulled the sheets off. Intruder!?!?
He strode out of his room; the heavy footfalls of his step were only made clunkier by the adamantium. He took one smell of the air before a scowl spread across his face. Creed. The man that reminded him of everything he hated; the man that took joy in ripping away every single scrap of happiness he had. The man that seemed desparate to drag him down to the animalistic level... makes ya wonder what he thinks about himself if he can't stand me bein' a human being.
The man he now was running down the stairs to confront and ideally slice into ribbons.
And yet there was something curious in Creed's scent.
Fear.
Logan licked his lips as his claws emerged. His teeth gritted at the sting.
The absolute fury of noise drowned out anything else, but he could smell Creed's stench as it got thicker. He noticed other smells too; Gumbo... Kurt... someone else... least I got backup.