Author's Notes: This is the final, very short, chapter of "The Foundling". I would like to offer my sincere gratitude to all of those people who have supported me in writing this, and my other stories, especially those who have added me to their favourites/author alerts, and/or reviewed. I always appreciate any and all feedback. Finally, I hope you all have a happy Easter, or culturally equivalent holiday. Thanks again. Knightcrawler.

Epilogue - The wolf and the wolf pack

Klaus watched sadly as the circus left, slowly vanishing into the distance. He did not want to return home, but he trusted Margali, and so decided that he really should give his parents a second chance. Klaus felt a slight twinge of jealousy, when he realised that Kurti seemed to have found a happy family. Klaus realised that, if the little blue mutant could be happy anywhere, surely he could be happy at Margali's circus, with a loving and protective adoptive family. Klaus smiled silently to himself. Perhaps his own family could one day learn to be so accepting of his own mutation, his own ability, his own special talent. He concentrated on the lessons Shiro had taught him, and changed into a wolf. He howled at the moon, and watched as the pack of wolves came down from the mountains. They dragged Giovanni's body away, where it would be consumed by the pack. Although the human part of Klaus felt disgusted by this, the wolf within him felt that it was right that the dead body should be used to give strength and life to other beings, that nothing should be wasted. Klaus nodded once to the leader of the wolf pack, an acknowledgement as equals, an acceptance of the gratefully received gift of meat from one wolf to another, nothing more and nothing less. As he watched the wolf pack return to the mountains, Klaus changed back into human form once more. He picked up the money pouch that Margali had given to him, mere hours before, and smiled slightly to himself as he felt its weight. Well, at least if his parents refused to accept him for who he was, he would have enough money to be able to return to Margali's circus once more. He gave a small sigh, as he reluctantly returned back to his home village, because at some level he already knew that it would be many years before he ever saw Margali again.