Logan had followed Storm to the spot where Karr had been mauled half to death. He had scented the area and looked at the tracks, following them for a bit before he came back and informed his team leader he was going back to his quarters to gather some supplies before starting a proper search. This wasn't some teenager hiking through the woods and making a run for it. This was a feral mutant, and what he didn't know could kill him. Being an X-man gave Logan security clearance to look at personnel and resident files in the case of a disturbance or attack that involved them. He was briefed on what was known of Nikolaus Faber while he got a basic survival kit together, and then he was out again. Going back to the attack site, he literally got on all fours, sniffing out the area and immersing himself in the scent he wanted to follow. He studied the wounds in the deer carcass Nik had left behind. Every clue made him groan internally, because he knew Karr, and he knew ferals. The man had been hunting, Karr was a competing feral male who had disturbed his feeding. That alone explained it all. There had even been Storm, a fertile female, involved. Add Karr's attitude into the mix, and his pathological need to show off in the presence of any and all females, and it was already more than a recipe for disaster.
Whatever they were before the Solar Flare, they had been regular men, their ancient violent, bloody, aggressive, and territorial instincts to establish domination tamped down by evolution and tamed by thousands of years of civilization. Their feral mutation exacerbated all of those instincts and piled even more of them on, along with the animalistic physical features of the dominant species their feral side manifested at. In this case, all three ferals involved seemed to have mutated into rather lupine expressions of themselves in a way. But at the same time, Nik was still human enough to have panicked and fled after hurting Karr, instead of tearing his throat out all the way, like any wolf would have done with an upstart cub that refused to yield. Thank God for small favors.
It had taken the better part of two days for Logan to finally track down the missing feral. He'd spent a good day and a half regularly smearing himself in deer fat to mask his scent as well as trying to keep downwind from Nik's trail. If Nik's nose was anywhere near as good as Logan's, a little deer fat wouldn't fool him for very long.
Logan did not have the advantage of being able to shift into a four legged beastie, so it was all he could do to actually keep up with the other feral's pace. But he had, and he'd not only caught up with Nik. Logan had set a trap that should hopefully and quite literally net his prey before the night was through. If Nik somehow evaded his net, Logan had positioned himself strategically up on a tree, ready to pounce on the man if he tried to escape. Luckily for Nik, the two day chase had dimmed Logan's murderous mood to a simmer. Not that he was about to promise not to get a little rough, of course, but at least Logan had stopped fantasizing of setting bear traps for Nik, instead of the harmless net.