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So in Lupinecopper what does Anakin think of all this?? He’s got a new fam or something, a new home, the Jedi temple is ..strange, does he miss his mom? Does Obiwan know about her? What does he think of maul?

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The nice thing about Obi-Wan is that when Anakin has a nightmare, Obi-Wan doesn’t care if Anakin wakes him.

Instead, Obi-Wan will either make Anakin a cup of sweetened milk tea or let him curl into bed with the Jedi.

His master.

Anakin still… struggles with that.

It helps that Obi-Wan sat down and explained to him the difference, but only after they had been to the Halls. Obi-Wan had been with him the entire time, Maul hovering just behind them, as the healer took Anakin’s blood sample, measured him, weighted him and set up a meal plan.

She had also scheduled an operation, removing Anakin’s explosive implant.

Anakin’s back had felt itchy for days after that and he had slept in Obi-Wan’s bed more than his own.

Sometimes, they slept out in the living room too, curled up together on a mattress with Maul laying over their legs. The zabrak never said anything about it, simply glared at either Obi-Wan or Anakin if they mentioned it but Anakin noticed the other had difficulties meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes.

When he asked about that, because Obi-Wan encouraged questions, which was wizard, he explained that whoever had been Maul’s pack leader, his alpha, had been harsh to him, had hurt him, so Maul was struggling too.

So Maul had a bad master too.

Like Anakin.

Some of the older slaves and the gladiatorial slaves particularly, were very aggressive, just like Maul.

So Anakin got it, even if he didn’t like it when Maul glared at them angrily or became cold in the Force, as if ice was being shoved down Anakin’s tunic.

Which he was still struggling with too.

It was hard to wrap the clothes and make them look neat but… well… Obi-Wan helped him.

So did Maul.

Obi-Wan had been sleeping in for once and Anakin had lessons and had been scrambling with his tunic and tabards, desperately working with them while ignoring the overnight oats Obi-Wan had made for him with honey and fruits. He just wanted Obi-Wan to sleep properly without being woken for once but if he came into lessons disheveled, that would reflect badly on Obi-Wan!

He knew that his induction to the Order was considered weird and a lot of the Initiates were jealous even if they didn’t say much.

Tru and Siri, friends he made in his class and also padawans, said that taking a padawan that young wasn’t normal and that many younglings were worried about aging out. Anakin didn’t… quite understand that either.

Apparently if they became too old, they couldn’t become Jedi?

He had asked Obi-Wan about it and Obi-Wan had quietly explained that at a certain point, your mind became more difficult to train, to guide and that at that point, becoming a Jedi knight had often lead to issues.

He had also said that there were difficulties with the system, a grimace and a dark look on his face before smiling and gently pulling on Anakin’s stubby braid, promising him a dessert if he did his chores properly.

He’d kind of forgotten about it after that.

He was still learning a lot about the Jedi and the things they could and could not do but first he had to learn the basic, like the stupid tunic, tabard and sash wrap!

He’d been wrinkling it rather badly but then… Maul had knelt down and taken the tunic and tabards in hands, gently pressing them in and down, pulling the sash and wrapping it as proper was.

Without a word, the zabrak had then ruffled Anakin’s short hair and then made his way to the fridge, pulling out his own food as Anakin whispered a quiet thank you, not wanting to wake Obi-Wan.

He still missed his mom.

But curling into Obi-Wan on those cold days…

Well, Obi-Wan was always warm. Something about the wolf inside of him made him, and Maul, warm as could be and Anakin enjoyed that, the warmth wrapping around him. Because Obi-Wan wraps around him when they’re curled up together.

Wolf or human, always warm.

It makes him miss his mom even more but when he said that to Obi-Wan… he’d smiled and poked him gently on the nose. “To miss someone is natural. That feeling? Its the feeling of love, despite the person not being there, you don’t stop loving them. But you can’t let that love stop you from moving forward.” Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Anakin’s forehead, quietly murmuring that a few of his friends were going to Tatooine, winking as he leaned back.

Anakin could take a hint, to not speak about what the other had whispered to him.

His mom would be fine.

She had to be.

Obi-Wan’s friends were going to Tatooine. And if there was anyone beyond his mom and mr Qui-Gon that he fully trusted… it was Obi-Wan.

Warm Obi-Wan, careful Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, who let him sleep in his bed and made him breakfast and taught him how to write basic.

Anakin loved Obi-Wan.

For Lupinecopper can we see more of maul adjusting to the temple more?

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Sitting down gingerly on the dry land, Maul looked around the water garden with quiet awe, unable to keep his attention on the Jedi master in front of him. Not that he was concerned, Obi-Wan wasn’t far away from them, showing Anakin how to swim as the desert child hadn’t learned that particular skill.

However, if anything was to happen, Obi-Wan would come and intervene, of that Maul was sure. Obi-Wan took his job as alpha of their little pack seriously and had already intervened twice when knights had gotten too rowdy with Maul in the hall.

The human had even growled, bared his fangs in human form before informing the knights that if they had an issue, Obi-Wan would be happy to inform the council of the knights trepidation to Maul’s presence among them.

A lot of Jedi had gone silent after that, though quiet hostility and resentment still lingered even if no one did anything too obviously.

The kel dor didn’t feel hostile though, not like many other Jedi were.

He didn’t even seem frightened, though that could be his shields in place.

So Maul could continue to marvel at the water garden from Mon Cala.

Maul had traveled the galaxy on Sidious orders, done many horrific things and many common things but he never just got the chance to… stop.

Sit down and enjoy the scenery.

In the Jedi temple, between following Obi-Wan around, working out, doing chores… there wasn’t much else to do, though Obi-Wan had been encouraging Maul to find a hobby or two to do. But to sit and just enjoy the peace…

It wasn’t something Maul had gotten to do and to do it now, especially in a water garden, rivers, ponds and even waterfalls all around him with little ‘islands’ of dry places to sit. Most of the vegetation was of course underwater, since this was a garden based on Mon Cala fauna but here and there, plants grew up on top of the surfaces.

Large lily pad like flowers, bowl shaped leaves, the floating what looked like kelp, lotuses, something that looked like cattails at the edges of the water and so on and forth.

For all the blue, the splashes of green, pink, white and golden yellow broke the scheme of blue apart, and it was beautiful.

Maul liked it.

“Its very peaceful here, isn’t it.” The kel dor stated.

Maul hummed in agreement, tilting his head to look across the water to watch the two humans for a bit, Obi-Wan carefully hold around Anakin’s midsection, gently instructing him to kick with his legs.

“The flowing water always reminds me that everything is in motion.” The man continued and Maul glanced at him, blinking slightly as he took in that the other was settled with his feet tucked under him instead of sitting in lotus position like Maul was.

‘Won’t his legs grow numb quicker like that?’ He couldn’t help but wonder. “…Is that a reference to me?” Maul questioned a tad tiredly, settling his hands in his lap. Coming to the temple, Maul had realized that one thing the rest of the galaxy had correct… was that the Jedi often spoke in fucking metaphors.

His question had the kel dor chuckling. “You, the future, me, everything my boy,” The Jedi turned his head to look at Obi-Wan and Anakin. “There was a time that many thought Obi-Wan would not become a Jedi due to his nature. Even now there are discrimination towards him, even in the temple. And yet here he is, one of our best, it reminds me that there is always things in motion, that for all the rocks thrown in a river, the water will flow.” He hummed.

Glancing back at the humans, Maul frowned. He hadn’t noticed anyone being obviously ill mannered towards Obi-Wan, but maybe that was just it, as an outsider, Maul just couldn’t see it?

Maybe that was it.

At least this kel dor was friendly. ‘His name is… Plo Koon, right?’ He glanced back at him. He was pretty sure the man was a council master and it was clear he had favorable opinions on Maul’s alpha.

That was good, it was clear that even among Jedi, werewolves weren’t an easy subject. So having someone in power as support could make things easier.

‘…Maybe I’ll tell them about Sidious… or he’ll make it difficult for us all…’ Maul mused quietly, looking at the flows of water around them, his eyes drawn back to the humans when Anakin’s Force aura suddenly spiked with mischievousness as he stood up in a shallow of the water, still up to his waist.

Suddenly the boy jerked, sending a spray of water up at the alpha, Obi-Wan spluttering loudly and Maul felt himself hold his breath, waiting.

Waiting for this to be it.

For Obi-Wan to show his true nature… and then the his alpha laughed, splashing Anakin in return with gentle hand waves.

The sound of Anakin laughing suddenly as he splashed Obi-Wan blotted out the sounds of the waterfalls for a long minute or two and Maul felt his lips reluctantly twitch into a smile as Obi-Wan laughed and played along.

He could feel the kel dor, Koon, watching both him and his humans but couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes of Obi-Wan and Anakin. ‘My… my pack. My little pack.’

For Lupinecopper, can we see them all getting to the temple? Especially a Maul POV chapter as he starts to take in how totally different his life is going to be?

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Staring at the package on the bed as if it was a snake that could bite him, Maul warily glanced around the room that was supposedly his.

Or so alpha said.

Obi-Wan, as he insisted. Maul couldn’t quite do that though, it wasn’t in his nature or his instincts, when any moment he expected the other shoe to drop.

Because that was what all this felt like, a grand production of carrot and stick, or well, meat in Maul’s instance. He could eat vegetables like any zabrak but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy it, he was a damn carnivore.

Not to mention the wolf inside of him.

But so far, outside of a few angry looks by Jedi in the corridors and whispered mean words, no one had done anything, least of all his alpha or the pack he had been pulled into. The old Jedi even made him tea from Dathomir, an import the man had claimed with a small laugh as he poured cups for all of them from a pot.

Maul had of course waited until the two other had drank first before daring to drink too, he wasn’t about to be poisoned but…

Nothing happened. The tea was safe.

He had a room, he was fed, he trained with his alpha and the pack Jedi in a salle, stayed in the quarters of his alpha and kept himself entertained.

Weeks after being beaten to submission and nothing had yet to happen, Maul expecting an assassin in the night from Sidious or for another Jedi outside of the pack to attack him. But there had been nothing.

Of course, that didn’t mean that most were happy he was there.

The Jedi council had looked like they were ready to jail him the moment they met him on Naboo and the rest of the Jedi temple was far from kind to him. But no one had harmed him, so compared to Sidious, Maul was living better than ever with regular food, no punishments and even the ability to come and go around the temple should he wish.

So why was Maul so leery about the package sitting so innocently on his bed?

It was clearly from his alpha, Maul could smell that, Kenobi’s scent was all over it and fresh, meaning it would have been picked up today.

Gray wrapping paper, tied of with some kind of string in a similar gray shade, resting on his nicely made bed.

Finally forcing himself forward, Maul tugged on the string gingerly until it came undone so he could push the paper aside, even as his mind kept going through what in the world was inside the package.

It wasn’t big, nor was it heavy, it didn’t press the sheets in with its weight but it had mass to it, so what in th-

Maul froze, staring at the contents.

Clothes.

Black leggings, some black socks, black underwear, shirts and tunics. The tunics and shirts came in black but also a deep red and one lovely midnight blue one.

Unable to resist, Maul reached out and ran his fingertips along the blue one, his breath catching slightly as he felt the silky fabric under his finger tips. But more than that, Maul noticed a glint of gold on the blue.

Embroidered onto the collar, one on each side, was a golden profile of a wolf head.

The blue tunic one was made of silk, of fine quality and make and Maul stared at it for a long moment of sheer confusion and stifled fear, only moving when he heard his door open, turning his head quickly to look.

Obi-Wan stood there, peering at him in concern but not stepping inside. “Are you alright Maul? I felt some conflicting emotions,” His eyes fell to Maul’s hands and perked up a bit. “Oh, I see you found the clothes.” He stated a tad more cheerfully.

Maul mouth felt dry but he forced himself to speech still. “What is… this?” He questioned slowly, keeping his voice low as he avoided his alpha’s eyes, not wanting to challenge the man when he already felt unbalanced.

Obi-Wan cocked his head in return. “Well, you didn’t have clothes, you’ve been wearing the same things since Naboo. I went to the quartermaster and picked up some clothes in your size. Just some though, in case they weren’t to your liking, so you had something to wear until we could buy more,” He explained before frowning. “I… are they not to your liking?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice sounding worried, shoulders hunching slightly.

Maul stood there, feeling lost.

Sidious had rarely extended the curtsy of fetching him anything, once Maul had gotten old enough, Sidious had simply handed him credits to buy what he needed or sent his droids.

Yet his new alpha, this Jedi, the ancient enemies of Sith, had gone out of his way to pick out clothes for Maul. The toiletries had been sorted the first day but clothes…

These were his clothes now.

Swallowing slightly, Maul turned his head back, his fingers still on the blue tunic. “No… no I like them…” He stated quietly, hunching slightly at the warmth and happiness lighting up the Force behind him.

Yet he didn’t retract his statement.

He really did like his new tunic.

Anakin interacts with his Obi’s new pack mate. Obi sets ground rules for his pup and his pack member.- Lupine Copper

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Everyone feed and watered, Obi-Wan let out a tired sigh as he settled forward on the end of the recliner, resting his elbows on his knees while looking between the Sith and Anakin on the couch. “…We’re going to need some ground rules, now that we’re pack.” He stated seriously.

Maul stiffened, sitting back against the couch with his arms crossing over his chest.

Anakin just cuddled up on the other end of the couch, a pillow in his arms and a sleepy, content look on his face.

Being full of food after so much excitement tended to do that and Anakin was young.

He’d likely have to repeat the rules later for the blond’s sake but it was good to start on it now.

“If you two are in trouble, you comm me, regardless what, you involve me,” He stated slowly, looking between them. “I might not always be able to help you get out of trouble but I could at least head off some of it.”

Anakin sat up a bit, biting his lips. “A-Are you expecting us to be in trouble?” He whispered.

Maul’s toxic colored eyes seemed to echo the question.

Snorting faintly, Obi-Wan first pointed at Anakin. “You are a kit, a child, who likes to tinker. I expect trouble to find you,” He stated a tad wryly, smiling a bit at the sheepish look on Anakin’s face. “And you,” He pointed at Maul, the Sith tensing. “Are a darksider I beat in a vicious battle that has to answer to me due to our instincts. I expect you to make trouble or for other Jedi to do it, which is why I need you to comm me if others trouble Maul.” He stated seriously.

Both Anakin and Maul exchanged looks, seemed to realize what they had done and snapped back to staring at Obi-Wan.

It was almost adorable and Obi-Wan snorted. “Look, not everyone likes were’s in the temple and we’re Jedi. The fact that you’re there is going to be… difficult. Not everyone will agree with it.” Obi-Wan stated severely.

Maul top lip raised, revealing a flash of teeth that were covered when Obi-Wan gave him a penetrating look, the other lowering his eyes in submission.

“But as long as you stay with either me or my master, things will be fine. The council has already agreed to let you come with us.” Reluctantly, very reluctantly but Obi-Wan was nothing if not a fine negotiator in the making and had made his points very clear. Maul was coming with him and that was that. “And I’ll do my best to keep you safe and healthy. With time, the temple will get used to you.”

Maul gained a doubtful look but Obi-Wan didn’t call him out on that.

He would have doubted too. He had doubted it when Qui-Gon had said the same words when he had returned to the temple.

He’d let Maul have his doubt for now.

“Other than that, I expect you both to behave appropriately in the temple, and you Anakin to do your lessons to the best of your capability,” He raised his hand when he saw the other about to interrupt. “I know that you can’t write basic,” Obi-Wan stated softly, smiling softly when Anakin’s cheeks flushed. “That’s why I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you anything you need to know Anakin before you join the other Initiates in class. If there’s anything you’re wondering, anything you don’t know, you can always ask me.”

Anakin looked up, suddenly excited, eyes wide as he sensed the genuine truth in the statement.

He was a very emphatic Force sensitive, most likely a trait he had cultivated to survive as a slave. “I can’t promise I know the answer or can answer your questions well, but I do promise to answer, even if it is to tell you I don’t know.” Obi-Wan promised.

As he did, he flickered his eyes to Maul, meeting the others eyes, giving him the silent promise of the same.

Maul said nothing of course, simply turned his head away but Obi-Wan could see an ocean of questions lined up in his eyes already.

“Other than that, I don’t have any rules. You, Anakin, will be moving in with the Initiates once I taught you what you need to know and you, Maul, will be living with me as I prepare for my Knighthood trials.” Obi-Wan explained what little he already knew would be, what the council had confirmed for him.

He could see Maul’s shoulders relax a bit, the zabrak turning thoughtful.

Anakin meanwhile bounced on the couch. “Where will I be living while you teach me?” He wondered, eyes wide. “On your couch?”

Snorting softly, Obi-Wan shook his head. “Nope, you get my old rooms, Qui-Gon and you will live together.” He grinned, snorting softly at the softly whispered ‘wizard’ that came from his kit.

Life was about to turn very interesting.

For Lupinecopper… would it be possible to have some Maul POV? Maybe him being defiant but also kind of scared? Especially when the Council shows up?

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Watching everyone as closely as he could, in particular the redhead, Maul had come to the conclusion that his new alpha was… strange.

Or maybe different.

He wasn’t ignorant, Maul knew very well that the way he had been raised was… immoral.

Many beings would find it reprehensible the way Sidious had treated him through the years and as a youth, he had thought that was simply how it was suppose to be. The man had been his master and his alpha throughout the years, his power over Maul absolute and his demand for obedience total.

Anything but total obedience got Maul punished, the consequences of his lack of submission leaving the zabrak body straining as he struggled to get his tasks and missions done.

Sometimes, very rarely, he got to rest his beaten and lightning twitching body but that was not often, Sidious was a hard task master.

But his new alpha… this Jedi, he wasn’t like that.

He expected obedience too, but…

Not submission and his orders weren’t…

It was confusing, so far the Jedi’s orders had related to Maul health, ensuring he remained still for treatment, ensuring he ate and only one of the orders were really something that upset him when the Jedi tied him up.

But even then it wasn’t really that upsetting, the ropes hadn’t been tightly bound and they were weak. Even without his werewolf strength or the Force, Maul would have easily escaped them.

It was for show, simply for the beings on Naboo to think he was restrained.

To keep them calm despite how much he could sense the discomfort and outright hate some had towards not only him but also his new alpha.

Were discrimination wasn’t unfamiliar to Maul but to see it directed at a Jedi…

He hadn’t been able to think too much about it as the news of the Jedi council and his former master was arriving, the instinctual fear of him causing Maul to curl up even as his insides howled in defiance, wanting to fight.

But fear had leashed him for years and hate had kept him strong, he would endure Sidious arrival and prostate himself.

Only…

That hadn’t happened.

Instead his new alpha had pulled him up and pulled him along with the child latched onto the Jedi’s waist, leaving the landing area to the tall Jedi as they returned to the rooms that were gifted to them temporarily.

Kenobi had untied him the moment they were inside and sent Maul to the couch, fetched him the jerky that must be for the Jedi originally and let Maul eat.

Let him rest and relax, the fear slowly easing as his distance to the landing party made him feel more secure.

It was… nice.

Maul wasn’t sure what to make of any of that, of nice Jedi, nice beings, treating him as if he had worth beyond his ability as a weapon. Sidious had never treated him kindly and others shunned him, the feel of the Dark side warning them away despite not realizing what Maul was.

Maybe beings had treated him neutrally at best but Sidious training had been more stick than carrot as they said and fear had driven Maul to improve and do better at the man’s feet.

Yet here he was, sitting on a couch, the blond human on the other side as he ate fruit, Maul eating jerky as his new alpha ordered proper food up to them from the kitchens, his voice pitched to sound like Jinn instead of his own.

Clearly he expected better treatment if the staff thought it was Jinn ordering and Maul couldn’t help but wonder if this was something Kenobi was used to doing, mimicking his master’s voice.

He wanted to know more about the other were as he watched him, about his new alpha as he slowly chewed no the jerky, wanted to learn how another were had survived Coruscant and the core’s.

Wanted to know another werewolf and maybe, just maybe, far in his subconscious, he also wanted to know safety with a pack member.

LupineCopper- Who wins the fight? What happens when Ani gets back from his flight?

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“Sit.” Obi-Wan stated, watching the Sith.

Maul, glaring, did as told, settling down on the couch. He quickly pulled his legs up under himself and tucked his hands up in his lap, obeying his pack alpha much to Obi-Wan’s relief.

So far, the other had obeyed everything Obi-Wan told him.

Some with great reluctance of course but none of the orders Obi-Wan had for him were bad and it was clear the Sith was mostly just being a bit contrary because he had lost to Obi-Wan.

That wasn’t so bad.

Anakin crawled onto the couch too, ignoring Maul as he watched Obi-Wan hopefully. The boy had quickly understood the dynamic with Maul, that the other were wasn’t a danger because he was now under Obi-Wan’s leadership.

Anakin had also been watching when Obi-Wan tied the other were up, a for show thing for the nabooan’s more than anything and had seen how Maul folded, sulkily, to Obi-Wan’s command.

Maul had only once tried to disobey Obi-Wan, after waking up in the infirmary with the Jedi all around him and a sharp growl from the human had fixed that.

Sighing, Obi-Wan ran his hand over his hair before smiling at his pup. “I’m gonna heat some rations, okay? There’s also the fruit bowl.” He reminded the boy, smiling a bit wider at how Anakin perked up.

The blond instantly shot towards the small table to the side of the rooms that held said bowl, grabbing a large apple that he bit into with a loud crunch. Anakin had already asked if Maul wasn’t suppose to eat and Obi-Wan had explained to him that zabraks were carnivores.

They occasionally added supplementing things to their diet, like the occasional breaded things, fruits and whatever they wanted, but the majority of their food were meat.

Which was why Obi-Wan was grateful that he had restocked his own supplies when they were on Coruscant.

As a human, Obi-Wan could eat anything and be healthy from it. Maul needed more meat and therefore Obi-Wan had started feeding the man the jerky Obi-Wan had originally packed for himself.

Making his way over to his bags, he pulled out his ‘Carnivore’ bag as Qui-Gon playfully called it, ignoring how Maul almost piteously perked up with hope, the Sith trying to hide his reaction to the prospect of food.

Maul’s reaction to the things around him told Obi-Wan a lot of things.

Like the fact that whoever had trained him, both the wolf and the man, was a cruel being.

Maul didn’t need to tell Obi-Wan that, he could read it in the reaction Maul had to simple and even kind touches, the wary eyes, the way he ducked his head when Obi-Wan was close and the way he practically scarfed down the food initially.

Whoever had power over Maul, they had used it harshly and turned the other cruel in response to his own pain.

Which was why Obi-Wan was doing his best not to treat Maul too badly with the power he had. A bit hard yes, he expected to be obeyed he had made clear, he couldn’t allow the other to act out, what if he hurt Anakin?

But not cruelly, there was a difference between discipline and cruelty.

Quietly, Obi-Wan held out a full bag of jerky to the other, waiting patiently until Maul snatched the bag with a little grumble, the other tucking his chin down as he pulled himself even more together on the couch.

But he started to eat, no longer watching Obi-Wan with wary eyes and waiting until he had made distance before he would eat, as if he expected the food to be snatched away to begin with.

No, now he ate, still watching Obi-Wan of course but not scarfing it all down.

It was progress, just as Obi-Wan had made progress with Anakin.

It was slow going but Obi-Wan’s pack would recover from what life had been thrown at them. And if a small, stifled part of Obi-Wan, the part that had longed for a larger pack when it was just him and Qui-Gon, was preening contently as he feed Anakin too… well, no one but Obi-Wan had to know.

So in Lupine Copper, does Obi win? How do the Nabor react when Anakin returns to the surface and Obi tries to get his pup? How does Ani react? Plus he is a son of the Force so…

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Shuddering faintly as the wind seemed to burrow past his cloak as he pressed himself to Qui-Gon’s side, Obi-Wan eyed the tied up Sith sitting at their feet with wary concern as they waited for the council to arrive.

So far the bacta seemed to be doing its duty and the two hearts of a zabrak meant the other was hardier than most humans. But as the other’s alpha and now pack leader, Obi-Wan was now responsible for him.

And wasn’t that just a fucked up situation, a Sith as his packmate and underling.

How he was going to explain this to the Council and the rest of the temple he wasn’t sure but frankly, Obi-Wan was just too tired to really make sense of it at the moment, focusing more on the comfort of Qui-Gon’s body.

And Anakin hiding under his cloak.

The boy hadn’t left his side since Padme had, very clumsily since Obi-Wan was standing right there and she was trying not to be obvious in calling him a monster, tried to convince him away from Obi-Wan.

Anakin had not liked that.

No, the boy had been scandalized by Padme and clung to Obi-Wan waist with wide blue eyes before looking up at Obi-Wan, calling out with a high pitched voice. “You were right! They’re prejudiced!” Then he hid his face in Obi-Wan’s side.

Several Nabooan’s had gotten an ugly flush at that, even as Obi-Wan soothingly tried to rub at Anakin’s back, murmuring comfortingly.

Frankly, aside from a few snide comments and scathing looks, Obi-Wan was actually treated better than he was used to if he was honest.

Not that he’d tell Anakin that.

The boy was already upset with Obi-Wan’s injuries, the minor and the major, from the left arm settled into a sling, scrapes on his face and the limp he had when he walked. So Obi-Wan would rather not upset the boy even more when his pup was already distressed.

And he liked it even less that Naboo’s queen seemed determined to follow them around and tried to speak with Anakin one on one when she could.

It was thankfully difficult for her, seeing as she had duties but due to her handmaidens and their undercover trick, it left Padme time to find them too. The handmaidens were skilled in the affairs of court too after all, being as close as they were to their queen.

And at the moment, they were all there.

Since with the council came the new Chancellor, former Senator Palpatine.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he felt about that.

Valorum wasn’t extremely pro lupines but he didn’t have a bias against them either and was friendly to Jedi. And he was Qui-Gon’s friend, he had always greeted Obi-Wan pleasantly, never changed his attitude even when he realized Obi-Wan was a were.

The cultural context of Naboo almost guaranteed that Chancellor Palpatine would have less friendly views of werewolves and Obi-Wan…

Well, hopefully the man wouldn’t try to lobby for any laws that prohibited or made werewolves lives harder.

Finally the ship came into view and Obi-Wan sighed deeply only to tense when he felt his new packmate suddenly shift back, pressing against Obi-Wan’s leg, shoulders trembling faintly.

A subconscious move for sure and Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon questionably.

Qui-Gon, familiar with canine behaviors, studied the zabrak, the way his head was tilted down, the trembling shoulders and the way he had pressed back into Obi-Wan. “…I’ll greet the council and Chancellor, take him to our space.” He finally murmured.

Reaching down, Obi-Wan helped the zabrak up, feeling Anakin follow under his cloak as they made their way down the landing platform, Obi-Wan ignoring how the nabooan group gave him a wide berth.

He had worse, right now he had pack duties, a packmate to settle and a pup to feed as he heard Anakin’s stomach growl.

With Lupine Copper, is this a dominance fight, or is Anakin soon going to have another wolf parent? (Happy Holidays!)

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The enemy is in front of him, panting, growling as he leads the Jedi on and Obi-Wan knows.

He knows that the Sith is leading him, trying to get Obi-Wan where he wants him. But still he follows, he has no other choice.

The challenge has been issued, his blood is pumping as instincts tells him to maul and maim his challenger. The part of him that holds onto his humanity and sanity recognizes that the Sith would never just yield to him but the wolf snarls in outrage and once more the two wolves clashes together.

Under the scent of blood, he can smell Qui-Gon.

His master is still following, but not interfering, staying further behind the two wolves.

Thank kark, because Obi-Wan isn’t sure what would happen if the man tried.

He can’t promise that he himself wouldn’t attack his master at this point, not with the mindset of the wolf so prominent, the instincts spurring him on as he goes for the throat of the Sith once more.

If he can just make the Sith yield, then it be over, he could get this done.

But the Sith is as strong, if not stronger than Obi-Wan and its clear he’s trained in this form as much as his zabrak form. Because the black wolf can use the Force, something Obi-Wan still struggles with.

His focus will shift in this form, scents and impressions distracting him even if its razor thin focused in this moment, his enemy too demanding for his instincts to shift anywhere else.

The Sith avoids the lunge and whimper forces itself out of Obi-Wan throat as instead the other sinks his teeth into Obi-Wan’s flank, pushing him back with Obi-Wan’s hind left paw scrambling off the side of the bridge.

He can hear Qui-Gon give a small cry of worry as Obi-Wan slips but the attack on his flank has left the Sith’s bare too and Obi-Wan lounges back, sinking his own further down into the others hind leg.

The pain forces the other to let go, howling with pain as Obi-Wan bounces back, snarling at the other.

The bite of the other is far enough up that Obi-Wan gait is not effected, or the adrenaline and rushing blood covers it.

But Obi-Wan’s bite to the others hind leg is far enough down that the Sith is now limping.

Limping and snarling, eyes wild as he limps backward before turning tail and rushing towards a flickering hall of ray shields, Obi-Wan on his tail with Qui-Gon behind him again. They must make quite the sight, two draft sized wolves and a large human chasing each other.

But there are no one to watch, the battles are going on elsewhere.

Thank the Force.

After exposing himself, Obi-Wan had smelled the fear of the Nabooan and he’d rather not have to deal with them, knew already that if he survived this battle, he’d leave it all to his master.

He’d stay out of sight with his pup.

But first he had to survive.

Instincts yelled at him and Obi-Wan skidded to a stop, only just in time as the ray shield in front of him came up, separating him from the other wolf and he almost backed into the one behind it when it came up.

Qui-Gon, caught on the far side of the shields, stared at him with worry before looking beyond him at the Sith, forcing Obi-Wan’s attention back on his enemy.

The Sith was nursing his wound, eyes trained on Obi-Wan while licking at his hind leg, growling faintly at the trapped Jedi.

Well, it was a moment to breath at least.

Panting, Obi-Wan kept standing, knowing his muscles would start cooling down if he sat down on his hind, mentally counting as he focused on his enemy.

This little pause could be a great help or a great hinder, depending on if his enemy was like Obi-Wan, if this little break would give in on the battle adrenaline roaring in the Sith.

Obi-Wan could hope, quivering, ready to pounce as poisonous yellow meet his own eyes, both waiting for the same moment.

The rey shield fell and two great beast attacked each other once more.

Obi’s pup still winds up in space, but Qui-Gon doesn’t die in Lupine Copper. However, Obi finds he dislikes the smell of Palpatine in generally, he absolutely hates the man’s smell when he tries to interact with his pup.

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Depending on ones point of view, you are either extremely lucky or extremely unlucky to see two werewolves fight for survival or dominance.

After all, werewolves do their best to hide and survive with as good lives as they could and therefore generally ignored each other unless their instincts took over.

Therefore even Qui-Gon is shocked by the noise that escapes Obi-Wan’s throat as his padawan suddenly moves in front of everyone, green eyes locked on the Sith in front of him. But when the Sith full focus turns to Obi-Wan and he answers with the same noise, Qui-Gon knows.

He’s about to witness a Jedi werewolf and a Sith werewolf go up against each other, his saber powering down as he glances to the Nabooan making their way to the elevator.

They are all giving Obi-Wan looks, ranging from shock to contempt to fear and Qui-Gon wants to curse before his full focus is on the two wolves about to fight as bones start creaking and both shift.

And both are turning into the biggest wolves they can become clearly, Obi-Wan’s head raising in a challenging howl as he turns as big as a draft horse.

The Sith, black as night in his wolf form, is slightly bigger but not by much and even then, that would not determined the fight from the start as he echos the howl.

The two sentient in beast forms stares at each other, both panting, tongues rolling from their mouth as their bodies quivers with raging muscles.

Jerking forward, the Sith attacks first, Qui-Gon barely jumping out of the way in time as the black wolf slams into Obi-Wan, the two rolling across the floor in a fit of snarls and vicious paws, both biting at each other.

Obi-Wan tries to go for the throat only to whine in pain as his snout is scratched by vicious claws, blood rolling down him.

And Qui-Gon?

Qui-Gon is uncertain what to do.

Had this been a battle of any other kind, he would have interfered in some way.

But… this is a werewolves battle of dominance.

If he interfered, he might be turning the Sith wolf loose on the population should it decide to flee and there aren’t many things that can stop an adult werewolf, their hide blaster repellent as it is coupled with powerful muscles.

No, Qui-Gon was stuck right where he was as an observer, his lightsaber held loosely in his hand as he watched with no small amount of horror as his padawan howled with pain and bleed onto the durasteel floor, unable to help him. This fight was on Obi-Wan, the challenge between two wolves locked in ancient combat.

Once, long ago, Obi-Wan had quietly explained that when werewolves fought, it was generally for dominance or for the right to a mate. That one issued a challenge though Obi-Wan had never felt the need since he had no need to stake a mate or stake dominance.

‘But of course the Sith had to be a werewolf, of karking course Obi-Wan’s instincts would take over now.’ Qui-Gon cursed, following after the two when they Obi-Wan threw the Sith through a durasteel door, the door buckling in from the weight hitting it and Obi-Wan shooting after his enemy.

Everyone now gone from the hanger, no one was there to see Anakin and R2 take off, the boy staying in the ship just like Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had told him to.

They never said he had to stay in the hanger after all…oh, Anakin was so grounded for even longer, he just knew it.

Ahhh so pleased that Obi has gotten Quinlan to free Shmi in #lupinecopper! Sounds like Obi and Qui are going to Naboo without Anakin, I hope when they get there Padme isn’t too horrible to Obi and that Qui survives the fight with Maul. I need to see a happy Jedi family of Qui, Obi and Anakin!!! I LOVE your work!!!!!

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Frowning slightly to himself as he listened to his master and the captain talk about the return trip to Naboo and what they were going to do, Obi-Wan glanced around while discreetly trying to sniff the air.

For some reason he had an odd feeling in his chest ever since they left Coruscant.

Nothing he could really put his finger on, just something strange echoing in his chest and became stronger the further away from Coruscant they got.

The feeling made him cross his arms over his chest as he mulled over it.

For all that it wasn’t an outright bad feeling, it made him feel wary at the very least, as if he was to be on guard and it made his wolf instincts sit up and take notice.

It was almost as if…

Suddenly Obi-Wan snapped to, eyes narrowed and his sudden jerk had both the captain and his master focusing on him. “Obi-Wan?” The tall Jedi stated curiously.

Baring his teeth as he raised his nose to the air, Obi-Wan took a deep breath, singling out the scents before he started marching through the ship, Qui-Gon following him with an air of concern and curiosity as Obi-Wan let out a contentious, low growling noise.

Generally, Obi-Wan was pretty good at hiding his wolf characteristic until they were in the temple, a place where everyone already knew and no one would expose him to the outside world.

But at the current moment all his canine aspects were on display that were possible in his human form.

And Qui-Gon realized why when Obi-Wan reached in past a protesting astromech to draw a yelping Anakin Skywalker out from the astromech station, the boy dangling like a naughty pup in the padawan’s grasp.

Shaking the boy, Obi-Wan glared down at him, though Qui-Gon noted with relief that the boy looked far from fearful and just looked sheepish instead, tanned cheeks flushed as he peered up with large, blue eyes. “Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan hissed, teeth clenched. “You are suppose to be in the Jedi creche.” He growled out.

Squirming in the grasp, Anakin pouted at him. “But I was suppose to go with!” He protested.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to snap his mouth shut when Qui-Gon settled a warm, large hand on his shoulder. “Suppose to go with us Anakin?” Qui-Gon rumbled, Obi-Wan shooting the other an offended look even as he tried to calm down, noting the curious and alarmed Nabooean beyond the open door of the astromech room.

Hopefully none of them realized the connection between Obi-Wan’s behavior and a werewolf.

Most people never meet werewolves really, most of them did their best to hide themselves due to predjuces.

Squirming until Obi-Wan set him on his feet, Anakin nodded. “Uhu, something said I had to go too.” The boy stated, pouting still as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Pausing at that explanation, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged uncertain looks.

Something had told the boy to come with, both could tell that Anakin wasn’t lying to them but that would mean the Force had potentially told Anakin to go with them.

And that was… disturbing.

The idea of needing a nine year old in a battle zone was not something Obi-Wan appreciated.

Sighing deeply as Qui-Gon thoughtfully rubbed his beard, Obi-Wan reached out and pulled his pup to him. “…Okay but you’re sticking close to either me or master Qui-Gon, understand Anakin? No wandering off, we’re going into an active battle zone with very bad people.” Obi-Wan stated seriously.

Perking up, clearly relieved he wasn’t being scolded, Anakin nodded seriously as Obi-Wan’s hand came to hold onto the back of the boy’s neck, as if he was holding onto the scruff of a pup.

He deflated at Obi-Wan’s next words. “And you are so grounded when we get back to the temple.”

Repercussion for actions were always a must and Obi-Wan refused to let the boy get away with this as he guided Anakin out of the mech room to the room the Jedi shared instead, sighing deeply as Anakin pouted to himself.

Force save him from impetuous pups.