Had he been here before? Something about it smelled vaguely familiar, but that really didn't tell him much. One thing was for sure, this place wasn't one of the Bloated One's sets.

"...'dis poots," the child snorted as he skulked along. No one ever wandered- you never knew what was around the corner after all, although if it was anything threatening they'd be eagerly met with a face full of claws. While they weren't nearly as big as the real Wolverine's, they could still bite. Mojo found that out firsthand.

As he came towards the end of another building the boy stopped, head lifting. He'd heard someone shouting. Anyone being that loud couldn't be that much trouble, and if they were out looking for him then they were doing it all wrong. Wolvie glanced up and then hopped up onto the carved ledge of an overhanging windowsill where he crouched and waited. Soon as blue-boy came past his corner, he was going to pounce!