Deal

"How are they captured?" Timmy questions, staggered by these odd werewolf behaviours.

Recalling how brutal they can be, wouldn't it be easier for a werewolf to kill another and get it over with?

It doesn't add up but at least Hulsik is breaking it down regarding what happened. "It's a werewolf thing. Having the enemy's spawn capture is a pride."

His tone shifting with a crack, throat feeling entangled, the old man expresses. "I haven't seen my 2 sons in 5 years!"

"Your sons are gone for 5 years and you're standing around here kidnapping random people? Now I know you're not my family for sure, instead you people have holes in your brains or something." It makes it a bit upsetting that Timmy said all of this casually.

Giving a further definition of what the hell is going on here, Hulsik answers. "It's not that easy, the enemy has a lot of high level werewolves, I can't kill them all alone... would be suicidal really."

Understanding where this is getting at, Tim points out. "So you want me to kill them? Hell, I lost an eye to a level 3 werewolf. I'm not coming there to become target practice."

Revealing his true fatherly side, Hulsik weighs in. "I want all of us to become as powerful as we can get, together we can free your brothers. And I don't want to rest until they are free, they are my oldest kids."

Adding a sour fact, Medea the white furred werewolf cites. "So far 7 of your brothers and sisters died, Lines. We want to save your two brothers and make the family whole again, at least what's left of us."

"And we will have our home back, our territory! Those bastards won't know what hits them!" Philon the level 2 werewolf shouts, his enthusiasm fairly infectious.

"Yes... we will get everything that belongs to us, back." Elena, the other white furred werewolf adds.

Breaking the enthusiasm like a not so wise politician, Tim interrrupts. "I'm not risking my life for people I don't even know. I have my own territory to take and other vengenances to take."

Wanting to trigger other emotions since the family stuff isn't working, Hulsik questions. "Young man, tell me. What did the werewolf who took out your eye, look like?"

"Uh... level 3 and dark fur, bigger than me." Well that describes most werewolves in thi forest.

Taking a chunk of meat, swallowing it, Hulsik points out. "That's not so helpful, do you remember its scent or where it attacked you?"

"Yeah I do, can't forget it." Tim answers right away, already understanding where this is going.

Pitching the final offer, the old man mouths. "Well then, I can help you get revenge and get the territory you want, that is if you help us free your brothers."

Repeating what he has yammed about until now, Tim recites. "I can't make any deal with you if I don't trust you, let me talk to my parents and we'll see."

Giving out a long sigh, seeing that there's absolutely no reasoning with this boy even after the taken medicine, the old man lays out a plan. "Okay then, Krino will come with you for extra protection. I'm sure you'll end up here so it's better if your brother comes with you."

Looking at Krino, the old man advises. "Don't freak out his human parents, transform into a human there, you have pants so that's an advantage."

Interrupting, Elena the smaller wihite furred lady expresses her thoughts. "Not that I want him here, but wouldn't letting him go just cause trouble? He won't be back here no matter what."

"I'll take my chances, I hope he will understand how important family is. Let his human parents tell the truth." Afterwards Hulsik laches his claws on the chain and snaps it with a pull.

Sitting back down, Hulsik gives a bit of advice. "Now eat because running takes a lot of ene..."

Just then, Timothy takes a leap forward from the group and swiftly switches towards the human form, what was left of his blue jeans ripping off.

Once transforming, he bashes through the forest at full speed regardless of which direction he's going, fairly random.

"Told ya." Elena pointed out, going towards the deer and ripping another chunk off for an intent to cook it.

"I knew he would run." Hulsik expresses casually, not quite making a big deal out of it and continuing to feast. "He will get back here eventually."

Looking at Krino who's already up on his feet, the old man demands. "Follow him, don't put up a fight but just make sure he reaches home, alive."

Not waiting for a single second, he takes a whiff of Timothy's scent and dashes towards the exit.

It truly is the best idea to send the strongest available son out there, the forest carries danger beyond danger and only a survivor can follow the rules.

"Do you really think our son will be back? Hate to say it but he's too stubborn." Medea questions truly fearing the worst.

Feeling sure, the old man keeps a casual tone while adding. "That's just a werewolf trait, all of us are stubborn in a way, our Lines just uses it differently."

Continuing the point, he cites. "And I'm sure he will be back, the truth won't treat the boy well but he'll make it back here."

Standing up, making his way towards the deer, Hulsik reminds. "Now eat, we will cook these deer and then start training. Our sons are waiting for us, we can't let them down."

...

Meanwhile through the forest, Tim's thundering through branch and bush, his presence surely causing a disturbance, the young boy can't help yelling. "Lies! Lies, Lies, Lies!"

As for his older brother, he's trying the best and beyond to keep track of the young hot head, repeating although more calm. "This is all my fault."

But at this case we can narrow it down that there is no one to blame here, apart from bad luck and destiny.