Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

*Logan is walking down the halls of Xavier's school late at night, hands in his pockets as he smokes a cigar, not caring to wait till he gets outside. He watches the floor as he walks, listening to the sound of his own footsteps.*

*He takes a long drag of his cigar and exhales the plume of smoke towards a window. Once he gets a smell of something that isn't smoke, he stops for a second, sniffing the air subtly. Subtle hints of a metallic, tangy scent lingered in the air. He could tell what direction it came from, but smelling blood in a school is never good. He puts his cigar out quickly and tosses it in a trash can, following the smell of iron and tang down the halls. It's coming from the student rooms.*

*He assumes the worst from hundreds of years of trauma, the people he loves dying when he couldn't save them. So he rushes in, looking around and sniffing for the blood. He rushes into a random bedroom and watches the occupant flinch in their bed*

"What- Where's the blood. What's happening. I smelt it." *His face is morphed to a frown, worry etched into his features, despite his attempts at hiding it. He walks closer and sniffs again* "I know it's here." *He practically growls his words, getting a little annoyed and a little embarrassed that it was taking him so long to find the source. He was the Wolverine. It shouldn't take him more than a minute to save someone, find the problem, and fix it. Unfortunately, given that he was born hundreds of years before periods were normalized and a typically known thing, he had almost no idea what menstrual cycles were.*