......"NightWolf Meets Max Lyon"......


"Gods but business is slow today." swore the lion. He was relaxing
 in his office, the only mechanic in a town of very few
 motor vehicles. As a result he had plenty of free time, but he liked 
in this way. It gave him time to work on his ATV and speed boat,
 his favorite hobby. Unlike most of the residents he found
 high speeds thriliing. The feel of the wind in his mane, 
the roar of a revving motor, the purr of an idling engine. 
All of these sent electric tingles through his body. He was 
imagining himself driving through a secluded wood when the front
 door chime broke him from his reverie. Sighing heavily, he rose 
from his couch and walked out front.
When he opened the door he saw a black wolf looking around.
 He took the oportunity to veiw the stranger, as newcomers were 
rare this far north.His long black fur rippled as his body moved. 
He was dressed in only a denim vest and tan cargo shorts. He carried
himself easily, his toe claws tapping the concrete floor with each step.
 He was well muscled without being overly so, obviously capable
 of defending himself. His long tail swayed gently as he moved,
 barely avoiding the racks and shelves of equipment.As he reached out 
to examine a pair of fingerless gloves, Max had to look again. 
This wolf had no hand claws! How did he defend himself? 
The lion suffered a pang of feline curiosity and had to find out more. 
After all, he was new and the most exciting thing to happen in a month.
"May I help you, sir?" Max asked, causing the wolf to jump.
"Um, yeah. I'm new around here and was wondering if you have a map 
or atlas I could see." His eyes glowed a firece red, as if a fire 
burned deep within his soul.
"I do have a few maps for sale. Would you like a country or province map?"
"Province? I must be more lost than I thought.
 Can you tell me where I am?"
Max chuckled. "Certainly. This is Max Lyon's Garage, in the small town of 
, Ontario Canada. Where are you from originaly?"
"I...I don't know." replied the wolf, scrathing his head in thought.
 "All I can seem to remember is my name." He holds out a paw in greeting.
 "I'm Nightwolf. Nightwolf Shadowmane. Pleased to meet you."
Max took the profered paw, flinching slightly at the grip.
 "Hello, my name is Max Lyon. With a 'y'. Happy to meet you to.
 How is it you came to this little patch of nowhere?"
"I awoke in a field about 10 miles from here, dressed as I am now. 
I heard the sounds of civilization and followed them here.
 I do hope to find my way home some day, where ever that is."
Max reached under the counter and pulled out a province map,
 setting it on the counter and sliding it forward.
 "Here, since you're new to the area you can have this. 
I hope it can help you."
Night smiled and placed it in a pocket of his vest. "Thank you Max.
 You are a kind cat. I hope I can repay this favor some day."
 He smiled back and left, a better bounce in his step and his tail slightly higher.
 Max grinned and shook his head, whispering, "Good luck my dear wolf. Good luck."

                                            © 2002 NightWolf Shadowmane