Logan very simply grabbed him by the neck, a warning. "Quit starting stuff you can't finish, bub."
The voice made Logan's face whip towards the little girl with the white hair. Then something else hit Logan that had been bugging him in the back of his mind. It hadn't really registered because the scent was so familiar, but now that he was closer, so many things just didn't add up. He sniffed the air a few times and let go of Vanisher, shoving him away as he turned his whole body to look curiously at the girl.
"Ororo?" he blurted out. It was her scent, but she smelled pubescent. It was wrong on so many levels, but his senses did not lie. He tilted his head almost comically, a rather canine puzzled gesture.