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Ode to Ashes and Smoke

Summary:

It wouldn't take long for them to find out that the Wolf remembers nothing of where he came from, of who he was before aside from a feeling of homesickness he could never put down.

He remembers he shouldn't be in wolf form, despite it being his primal form.

He remembers the word Snow and knows not its significance.

He hears a mention of Winter both as a name and the season, regarded ruefully yet fondly.

He knows he's Wolf, not only in being but in name.

Or

I kidnapped Bigby from Fabletown and threw him into the cosmic wilderness.

Chapter 1: Prologue

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It was a quiet night, streets were empty and dawn was hours away. The Trip Trap only had a small handful of patrons, all of them fables. 

 

He'd been smoking at the counter, exchanging banter with a fellow patron and nursing a drink of his own. In just a moment he went quiet and suddenly turned around. His eyes turned yellow, his claws were out and he was growling. They didn't know what he saw or heard. Only knew that his expression from anger and caution, turned into alert and shock.

 

Just like that, he vanished.

 

As per the testimony of three witnesses.