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Eyes attaining a glimpse that's easy to comprehend texture-wise but not easy to accept mentally, the young Tim gives an attempt to stand up, but feels restricted, as if he's literally carrying a boulder.

Taking a better look around, he complains. "The hell did they bring me in a cave for?"

Looking at the piles of hay spread around here and there, a theory goes through his mind. "Oh, the kidnappers sleep here."

Well this isn't exactly kidnapping, it's a sensitive situation but yes we can categorize it that way.

Feeling that his neck is sore, the young man reaches in for a massage, but his fureless hands meet something cold and solid.

Looking down once such sensory information alarmed about the unusual, the young Lines deciphers that a chain of some sort is adding that unexplainable weight.

Upon further inspection, it's made clear that this chain and the shackle around his neck, is fully made out of silver!

Hating such restriction, the young Timothy gives an attempt to break it open but then further comes towards a realization. "Oh, I'm in human form."

Trying to be motivated, drowsiness pushing away by the passing second, Lines comes up with an idea as an aftermath. "What if I turn into a werewolf?"

And then gives an attempt to concentrate, tightens the muscle on his calves especially, as his face becomes red from straining.

Pissed, he thunders through a thought. "Why can't I transform?!"

"Guh I can't look at this place." Tim sighed, anxiety creeping in and building it's castle, brick by brick.

This place looks like a cave, maybe it's this family's den? It might be but Timmy couldn't care less about that.

This place's structure pisses him off, the stone just doesn't look smooth, he just wants to go there and chip the sharp small points off, bit by bit until it looks good enough.

Closing his eyes, the mind takes the ride to anxiety and keeps leading Tim to one thought, the cave's structure.

Well at least the dirt looks a lot smoother, but he's standing up straight for the sake of avoiding it, looks like it's filled with bacteria.

A tone forces the young boy to open his eyes, it's a tone he recognizes well. "You woke up ha? How do you like it here Lines?"

"It smells here and I want to bring the cave down." Tim truthfully answers, although most definitely harsh about it. "Let me go, you're not my family."

"Call me Ulsik, or father, whatever you please actually." The large werewolf interjects, taking steps closer towards who he sees as a son.

Not waning to enhance into chit chat, Timothy tries to cut towards the main point. "Why are you keeping me here? Let me go!"

Evading that demand, Ulsik the large werewolf questions. "What's your biggest life goal?"

Knowing what that is now, Timothy answers without a single doubt. "To make this forest mine!"

Massively pleased, the large werewolf deciphers. "Good, that's what most werewolves want especially."

Raising his finger high to grab a bit more attention, the self acclaimed father points out. "But, you're weak and at this rate will never reach your goal."

Not expecting silence from the young boy at this moment, he uses the golden opportunity to explain the point. "You just wander around randomly, like a goose who doesn't know where warm weather is."

"Okay poet hairy face, I get it. But you still have no right to keep me here and I won't listen to you." Timothy slightly yelled, understanding that he isn't the strongest werewolf, didn't have to be told about it.

Bringing back the main point he wanted to state, Ulsik explains. "I can't let you out there, knowing that you will just be ripped into shreds."

Trying to make that point firmer so Tim takes it under consideration, the large werewolf scolds. "I mean look at you, the full moon passed and you're already human."

"Maybe because you put a silver shackle around my neck?" Tim points out, wanting to protect his own honour this time.

"A strong werewolf would have been able to resist its effects, you didn't. Which proves my point, you're weak!" The large werewolf slightly yells, sick how this boy isn't seeing his way.

Sick of being offended by a practical stranger, Timothy takes a shot this time. "Oh so you don't like being human ha? Are you even human? Or are you just a dog?"

Wanting to hold in anger, Hulsik slightly yells first and then continues softly. "I'm a werewolf! But I can be a human as well but I don't want to, we aren't supposed to be humans."

Actually curious this time, Tim dares to ask. "So you never transform back to a human?"

"I haven't been a human for 312 years, don't need it and you won't need it either." Well this... that's quite different.

To which Tim can't help yelling, feeling absolutely staggered. "What? How old are you?!"

With no aim to hide personal information from who he sees as a son, the large werewolf answers. "Last night was my sweet 500."

Continuing a previous point, Hulsik recites. "I've been a human for decades, nothing worth envying. The forest on the other hand, well it's home regardless which one it is."

Smiling, Timothy can't help stating. "That's the only thing I can agree with you on."

But yet the prime demand still stands straight, the young boy repeats it with a stronger dialogue now. "Now let me go or I will never cooperate with you! I have to talk with my family about this otherwise I can never believe you."

Remembering something else of which here can be used as an excuse, Timothy adds. "Plus I have to take some pills, I have OCD at a severe scale. If I don't take my pills, anxiety might just kill me."

Most definitely confused, the large werewolf can't help asking. "What's this OCD thing? Did those humans give you a disease?"

Correcting the curious furry man, repeating what he heard the therapist said, Timmy recites. "It's not a disease, it's a mental disorder. It's hard to explain but I need my pills, or else my thoughts take over and I can't move."

"You'll get paralyzed?" Hulsik questions, genuinely confused and equally as scared.

Liking that the concern can be yielded as an advantage, Tim still weighs in. "Not literally but in a way yes, I need my pills."

Understanding where the young boy is trying to get at, he adds. "No no no. I'll get your pills, you'll stay here."

"You can't get pills, they don't exactly welcome werewolves in pharmacies." Tim answered, unintentionally sarcastic.

Quite confident with his own capabilities, the large werewolf answers. "Oh... don't worry about that, I will get your pills... whatever they are."