Logan's jaw tensed, and one could see the muscles jump as he bit down on his own teeth when Nik turned around with a warning growl and an aggressive stance. He hadn't been a feral long enough yet that the sight of such a huge beast growling didn't send a chill down his spine, regardless of the fact that his experience told him he was now equipped to take him on, or at least survive him thanks to his healing factor. Perhaps in another world there was a Logan who'd had come to better terms with the extremes of his limits, one would might have scoffed at the killer beast before him now, but that was not this Logan. Scarcely two years had passed before he was as frail as any human, and his self-preservation instinct was currently pumping his system full of adrenalin. He could almost smell the desire to fight, to pop his claws and let the red curtain of rage that always seethed beneath the surface get into the driver's seat. But he couldn't allow that. That wasn't the mission. The mission was to retrieve a recent arrival and bring him back to base. His nostrils flared, but he willed himself to take a deep, calming breath.
He didn't consciously realize his fingers were held at mid-curl, just moments away from popping his claws, until Nik's body language shifted towards submission. He exhaled slowly and tilted his head this way and that until he heard a satisfying snap and a knot of tension in his neck dissipated.
His eyes, that never left Nik, widened as the wolf before him transformed into a humanoid furball that really wanted to make his hackles rise. If the wolf was huge, this thing was a real monster. It really did nothing for the near case of little man syndrome Logan had always been teetering over the edge of. He was just barely a couple of inches too tall for it to really become a problem, but at five-foot eight, the feral was hardly an imposing figure, height wise. Not that this ever stopped him from making much bigger folks wet themselves when he went all alpha dog feral bastard on them, but there you had it.
"Works fer me, ugly. So, got pants?" he snapped, mouth twisting in distaste at Nik's rather glaring state of undress. "Prob'ly too much to ask, huh?" There was a pause. This really was about the closest thing to civil Logan could manage right about now. Up close, he could smell Karr's blood on Nik. He flushed with pent up rage. "S'there anything y'wanna tell me, bub? Otherwise, we should be getting back." He was breathing through his mouth, trying to make his anger dissipate faster. He'd promised himself he wouldn't poach on Karr's prideful boast that he'd make Nik pay. He didn't have any intention of letting the boy even try anything stupid with this monster of a guy, but it'd still be wrong for him to beat Nik up and then forbid Karr from trying to do the same. He was bristling at these thoughts, and made himself turn his glare away from Nik, directing it towards the woods around them.