I always thought this would be a cool crossover to do even if it's gonna be kinda short. I like Wolfsbane, and this is my first time attempting to portray her. Practically anything can happen in the Marvel U, so coming up with a good way to incorporate her into Inuyahsa's world just took a little imagination: this story takes place with the young Rahne of the New Mutants in the middle of one of the team's inter-dimensional jaunts.

I don't own a single character in this story, by the way!

The priestess reclined in a glade, laying her bow at her feet as she received the souls carried to her by her airborne vassals. Amidst the quiet surroundings, the maiden with skin cold and pale as the clay it was molded from, patiently rejuvenated from another taxing day of travel.

Her raven eyes slowly fluttered open at the sharp splash of water. The nearby riverbank churned turbulently for a moment, and then suddenly expelled a large projectile that veered swiftly away and flew off into the distance until it was no more than colorful speck on the wind. She regarded the phenomena cagily, able to do little else at the moment, before the river gave one last belligerent spray and a resounding voice bellowed out from the depths. "She's taken it!"

The following day…

The field of tall grass whipped vibrantly with the sturdy breeze that gusted past; aside from the wind the only sounds were insects and songbirds. Following a sharp rustle, a red and white streak suddenly appeared cutting a path through the growth and pausing abruptly in one spot. A feral-looking youth now froze in mid-stride with his nose lifted skyward. The strange boy cast purposeful amber eyes toward a large orchard at the field's edge and furrowed his brow thoughtfully before plunging onward to the other side and vanishing.

Minutes more passed without incident before out of nowhere a whirlwind, like a prairie tornado, whipped across the path formerly taken by the long haired juvenile, parting the grassy sea in an angry gust . In the cyclone's wake (following quite a bit behind) sprinted what appeared to be two more teens dressed in pelts and armor. The small entourage shrank in the distance before completely vanishing over a hill.

All was peaceful once again until moments later when the third sequentially remarkable occurrence came as the sky above where the red clad youth had stood moments before split open. A bright pink portal of light materialized, dumping another equally bizarre, yet completely unrelated person onto the soil.

The bush warblers, meanwhile, continued their song without missing a note.

Following a harrowing trip through the inter-dimensional vortex, the stranger found herself tossed into a heap onto hard damp ground. Rahne Sinclair slowly pushed herself up while taking deep breaths to avoid being sick from the whirling sensation in her stomach.

The fourteen year old rubbed her barked chin; the violent landing aside, she noticed her surroundings were, at least, pleasant enough to look at. She found herself in the middle of a braw spring day on a grassy knoll that lacked only a picnic basket and blanket to complete a quaint scene. The girl's spirits lifted slightly at the welcomed sight of unspoiled nature – such a contrast from the desolate Limboian landscape she'd just left behind.

Limbo!

Rahne bolted upright only to fall over again as she hadn't yet regained her balance. Where were her team mates? Scanning the area for any more of Illyana's highly conspicuous teleportation discs, she spotted nothing and no one. The demon sorceress had once again unintentionally scattered the eight of them throughout the expanse of time and space; 'here' could be practically anywhere – not to mention anywhen!

"Danni? Sam? Xi'an…" she tried futilely. The others were all most likely in the same predicament as she: stranded in alien worlds and times – possibly even dangerous ones!

"An' all thanks to that gallus witch," muttered Rahne in her Scottish burr only to guiltily retract the accusation as soon as it passed her lips. She knew it wasn't Magik's fault – the other girl had done the only thing she could to protect them from their alien friend Warlock's murderous father, Magus, who would certainly have destroyed them all by now if it weren't for the young Russian's powers. Now, hopefully, the sorceress was cleaver enough to find and retrieve everyone once again and return them back home.

Fervently praying that she and her friends would soon be safely reunited, Rahne presently decided to make tracks in the hopes of discovering more about the location she'd just been dropped into. Fortunately, she did have somewhat of an advantage among her new surroundings: the young metamorph immediately decided to put her skills into good use.

Starting off at a brisk stride, the teenager's body instinctively began a fluid, almost imperceptible transformation: arms lengthened and back bent forward even as the short red hair atop her head grew into a wild auburn mane that intermingled with the thickening brown fur hiding her increasingly animalistic form. Within seconds, a full-fledged wolf loped for the covering of the nearby forest.

Safe within her adopted shape, she saw her situation with new clarity as the child felt all human anxiety waft away on the rushing wind. Her primal mind understood the gravity of the situation broken down into bestial simplicity: find a safe place– watch and wait.

She skirted the border of the woods resolutely for some distance as her sensitive nose simultaneously began picking up on several different scents: a dog had recently passed by – or maybe something similar to a dog – it smelled a little human and a little… something else. Humans were also nearby, the wolf happily realized, catching the downward wind; that most likely meant civilization and answers. Rahne sped up in excitement to find the source of the familiar odor. She could already hear voices in the distance.

Sango looked with sympathy and some apprehension at her fellow female traveling companion. Kagome walked a little ahead, her posture stiff and unapproachable. Even Shippo kept his distance, opting for the demon slayer's shoulder for a change.

"Inuyasha certainly acts reckless sometimes," the first girl whispered aside to Miroku who strolled next to her.

"Mmm," concurred the monk, his eyes also locked on the young woman in front of them, "it's very disgraceful the way he's so unfaithful to Kagome, always chasing after Kikyo the way he does."

"So, are you saying he should stop toying with Kagome's heart and just settle for one girl," asked the demon slayer with a certain edge to her words.

"Exactly," intoned the holy man, somehow missing the landmine quality in Sango's deceptively innocent inquiry.

Cringing, the savvy Shippo ducked for cover under Hiratsu.

"…And that a man like that should have some sense knocked into him," Sango continued in an increasingly dangerous tone.

"I…guess," began Miroku as a familiar foreboding at last crept into him. He turned warily to the girl at his side who simultaneously gave him a solid crack over the head with her bone weapon.

"You know," she smiled icily, "for once we agree on something, Monk."

The four and Kirara found a rocky niche along the pass and stopped to rest, with Miroku still nursing his battered skull.

Kirara, in her large cat form, sniffed the air suspiciously and made a low grunting noise; the others, however, paid her no attention.

From where she hid, Rahne was amazed to realize that not only were these people speaking Japanese, but she could understand what they were saying! She'd never studied nor spoken the language a day in her life, so how could such a thing be possible? So bothered by the fact was the young lupine that she shifted into a transitional wolf/human form in order to better ponder the puzzle.

With the full return of her human intellect, the werewolf suddenly remembered a day some months ago when she'd been quietly studying in her room:

Raised a ward of the fanatical Reverend Craig until she was thirteen, she'd known a strictly fundamental upbringing. As long as she could remember, in fact, dogma had infused virtually every aspect of her life with Craig never missing the opportunity to point out how hopelessly wicked she was. Despite the condemning minister's best efforts to beat his charge down with doctrine, however, Rahne clung to her faith as her dearest comfort – it was the only thing that had made her loveless childhood, before coming to the School for Gifted Youngsters, bearable. Now that she had a choice in the matter, therefore, she continued to follow many of the diciplines she'd been brought up with including Bible study.

One day as Rahne sat curled up in her daily devotional, she casually took note of a familiar footnote below the passage she read. She'd seen similar notes before, and usually disregarded them – but, something piqued her curiosity as she decided instead to seek the linguistic knowledge of a certain team mate.

"Well ancient Hebrew can be a very vague language," Doug Ramsey (also know as Cypher) had eagerly informed the redhead. He was obviously flattered to be consulted by one of his fellow New Mutants – ever insecure over the usefulness of his non-physical and completely linguistic abilities. "One word often has many meanings…"

The boy had gone on to explain about Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and all the different manuscripts compiled to write her King James Version of the Bible. Rahne listened raptly – having never received any kind of procedural lessons on how the Bible, which she'd always taken as a whole, came into being. The conversation, however, soon turned to religion in general. Doug informed her that he wanted to read the Koran in Arabic as soon as he was able to obtain a copy, and how he'd recently been studying Shinto.

"You know, you might like the writings of the Kojiki, Rahne," her friend offered, "they're Japanese creation myths; there's also some stuff in it similar to Scottish culture."

The girl smiled appreciatively; though somewhat uneasy about learning 'heathen' beliefs, she did enjoy stories. Doug's books, unfortunately, were printed in their native language – nevertheless, the boy had an idea. Approaching Professor Xavier, the two enlisted the obliging headmaster to telepathically transfer Cypher's understanding of Japanese to Wolfsbane in much the same way he'd taught Illyana English. Not since then, however, had she had the opportunity to hear the language spoken and so had completely forgotten she even knew it.

"So tha's why I can understand them," the wolf-girl murmured presently, "an' this means that, at least I'm still on earth!"

Interrupting her ruminations, a sudden bestial presence made itself known to Rahne. The lupine spun to the left where the great cat creature accompanying the travelers now shared the cliff ledge next to her – its fangs bared and red eyes glittering ominously.

"Kirara! What do you see up there," called the girl with the huge boomerang from the pass below. Her companions also stood and readied themselves for a confrontation.

Feeling cornered and suddenly panicked, the young shape-shifter immediately reverted back to full wolf form and took off with her tail between her legs.

She ran deep into the forest without stopping until she was sure no one was pursuing her.

Ginta and Hakkaku, their pointless attempt to keep up with Kouga abandoned, now plodded wearily along to at last collapse in a pile on the ground.

"It's no use," sighed Ginta, "we'll never catch that guy, and I'm starving!"

Hakkaku turned to his pack brother, "I wonder what Naraku is cooking up this time."

"Whatever it is, I'm worried about Kouga."

"Yeah," Ginta managed to shove the other wolf off him and stood trying to catch his breath, "maybe he'll be lucky and meet up with Kagome-neesan and Inuyasha; I'm sure that if Kagura is still around these parts they've probably noticed her by now."

Both siblings attempted to pacify themselves with these assurances as following after their leader was now impossible.

Anytime the pair found themselves absent from Kouga's side during perilous circumstances was cause for anxiety: though noted for his strength, courage, and (of course) speed – the young warrior was also known as being determinedly overconfident. His two wolf lieutenants were seldom a match for the mighty demons they encountered, however, what they lacked in combat skills they made up for with moral support and simply acting as the voices of reason for their headstrong chief.

"Hey, let's go hunting," suggested Ginta to change the subject, and because he really was hungry.

Hakkaku looked almost wistfully toward a distant village, "Well you know Kouga said we can't eat humans anymore…"

"But we can still hunt for other things," dismissed the other, "why don't we call some wolves together and take down some big prey?"

"Okay, sounds like a plan!"

The two demons proceeded to the woods, calling out for their canine brethren. Almost immediately wolves began to howl back in reply. Ginta and Hakkaku listened carefully for a moment and then frowned thoughtfully at each other – some sort of territory dispute seemed to be taking place; a roving wolf had unwittingly stumbled into someone else's hunting grounds and was now receiving a harsh lesson in predatory etiquette.

Without a word, the duo eagerly sprinted off to witness the proceedings.

An unusually large and russet colored female leapt away in terror from the alpha male snapping at her flanks. Another animal bit at the intruder's neck while three others, snarling, brought up the rear.

The two spectators shared a grin, pleased they'd arrived just as things were getting exciting.

Suddenly, the pursuit took an unexpected turn. The antagonized she-wolf, managing to outrun her irate assailants, abruptly wheeled back on them. With an imperceptibly fluid motion, her swiping paw changed into a clawed hand which tore across the alpha's snout. Even as the first wolf went tumbling, two others immediately leapt onto the creature that reared up on hind legs and flung them off.

Now it was the russet's turn to growl menacingly as she towered over her would be attackers. She snatched one beast by the lower jaw as it dove at her, slamming it to the ground again with a sickening snap of bone. The final wolf, taking advantage of her crouched position, went for the monster's jugular. The two rolled one over the other a couple times, each fighting for the upper hand until the humanoid, yanking the wolf back by the nape, viciously sank her own fangs into the animal's throat. Blood sprayed the brownish gray fur as the canine yelped once, and then went limp.

The skirmish decidedly over: those of the wolves that could still move hastily retreated into the forest as fast as their injured limbs could carry them.

Hakkaku and Ginta, matching gapes plastered on their faces, stared unblinkingly at the ragged and panting changeling before them. Its yellow-green eyes suddenly focused on them for the first time.

"Hey, who are you," marveled Hakkaku.

The hybrid's mouth slowly widened to form a reply, before her knees buckled and she instead crumpled to the ground.

Rushing over, the wolf demons started in surprise to behold a now completely un-lupine, blood-streaked human girl passed out on the forest floor.