In the comfort of the beautiful Mother Nature lies a dark brutal ugliness, one that is measured in the most ancient of traditions. Survival of the fittest. Deep in the artic where animals reigned supreme and the very floor you stepped foot was simply ice that was frozen enough to where you could walk, but one misstep, one miscalculation you were done. In these parts the alpha predators were hybernating, or running in packs. After that you had your critters scrambling for any food, in other words you kill what you eat. There was a calmness in that for Logan, It wasn't like you were in the states killing for drugs and other things that held nothing but value of luxury. A challenge is what drives a man, an animal, any being of purpose. The Wolverine found himself nearly nude as he hung his clothes over the patch of flames that ignited in front of him. The sound of a nearby intruder snuck it's way to his ears, he was being stalked. This hunter was soon to be hunted. As the massive shadow loomed The Wolverine slowly turned to face a massive polar bear, holding the remains of what used to be another living creature. He was unsatisfied with the small meal. The Wolverine perched himself, adamantium claws piercing through his flesh, the noise attracting the bear to stand on his hinds. "Turn around bub, this isn't your fight." The polar bear roared, his battle cry making the birds in the trees flock away. Logan crawled forward the beast ready to take on the Wolverine and with one leap, his adamantium claws took down the beast. A few seconds and a final cry escaped as Logan felt the life of this bear fade into his last breath. He was no different than Logan. He simply seeked an honorable death, one Logan may never see.