(A/N:

Okay. So this is a sorta strange little plot-bunny which have been humping my brain silly for the past month and a half or so that I decided to get down on (digital) paper. It was originally intended as a one-shot but as the plot branched and got more complex and the page numbers began running ahead of me I decided to divide it up into shorter chapters instead - I believe it will read better this way anyways so...

Oh! And this is an AU by the way! What kind? If you haven't figured it out yet I'd rather not spoil it for you, read and find out *wink wink*!

I will try and update this as regularly as I can but I will admit that I'm about to graduate from university in about a month and as my workload goes up my time and motivation to work on this will probably go down... I'm writing this in my spare time to unwind a bit away from my studies but I can't prioritize it at the moment.

Also, the qoute at the beginning is not from me but comes from a Disney animation called "The Big Bad Wolf".

Beware of some OOCness and Yaoi in later chapters.

If all of this sound fine and dandy with you then welcome aboard! The first chapter will be up in a jiffy and I hope you'll enjoy this odd little tale of mine...)

- Binding of Fenrir -

Prologue

"There's danger in them woods. Beware! The Big Bad Wolf is lurking there. Better to be safe than sorry. Shortcuts are not always good. Take the long road 'round the forest while the Wolf is in the wood."

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The pitter-patter of naked children's feet scurrying among damp grass and moss resounded between tall oak trees. A boy, the quickened, slightly high-pitched, breathing brought to light.

The Wolf strained its long ears and listened carefully in order to shadow the boy's stride as he leapt on slippery rocks in order to cross the active river bank. Slipping between the long, thick tree-roots that reminded him of a witches' fingers, past the hollow tree that served as the foxes den, the boy's both breath and legs finally started to become too heavy to carry him.

The Wolf sniffed the air once it deemed their difference in distance well-nigh; barely able to constrain the snort at the intense mixture of scents that hit its snout like a percussion. The boy reeked of fear, sweat, salt and... blood?

With a thump and a splosh, the boy cried out as his legs gave out underneath his own weight and brought him down into a puddle of mud. The Wolf listened carefully to how the boy whined and sniveled with each heaved breath as it measuredly stalked towards the boy's hunkered back with its head bowed low.

There was a sharp intake of breath and the boy quickly turned around to lie on his back, ignoring the wet dirt that leeched itself into the cloth of his shirt, at the sudden waft of warm air against his neck and he came face-to-nose with a grandiose wolf. The notorious forest guardian, Fenrir.

The same Fenrir known for its rancourously blood-stained fur and bulk. Its body four, perhaps five times bigger than what could be considered natural.

The same Fenrir that Matron had stuffed his head filled with words of warning about while she tucked him in at night.

And yet...

With his right hand practically absorbed in the velvety thicket of fur, scratching the base of the Wolf's ear lovingly.

... He felt a rare sort of peace.