Standing on its hind legs, the white furred werewolf grew 4 meters tall! An absolutely large creature yet these wolves still try to oppose it!
A black wolf even leaps against this large being, digs teeth on the werewolf's leg and gets stuck there, perhaps tangled in fur?
Noticing that something heavy is on it's leg, the white fur werewolf looks down and slaps the absolute shit out of the tough wolf, leaving a big claw mark across the face.
As for the other enemies who wanted to jump Tim a bit earlier, well they made a run for it. Reasons obvious, their pack members were slaughtered just by a few swipes when this large freak of nature intervened.
Turning around, the large werewolf faces Tim, walks forward and asks. "What are you doing in my forest?"
And at this instance, Tim can count 7 golden fur lines running narrowly down this large werewolf's chest. Such lines make levels clear, this lady sounding werewolf is level 7.
An elderly probably? Or an overachiever, it isn't certain as Tim hasn't met enough werewolves to understand how their life span works.
But yet, the difference between strength regardless, Tim stands as tall as he can and utters. "Your forest? I don't see your name on it."
Staggered by the young boy's bravery, the massive lady werewolf yells out. "But you have a nose! This is my territory."
Noses in topic, the large white furred werewolf leans in closer and starts smelling Tim, trying to recall if this is a scent she has picked up before.
But yet, even after considering the fact that he can easily get killed by one strike, Tim casually says. "Yes, and you have a nose too. So keep it out of my business."
Understanding that this little pup is barking for more than he can handle, while still sniffing, the lady asks. "What's your name?"
Thinking that his firm stance is scaring away the large competitor, Tim becomes tad cocky and answers. "Tim, Timmy, Timothy, Lines. I have a lot of names but you are in my way right now."
The control he has gained now compared to the lack of control back in his home, well it's worth considering although it's origin is hard to understand and none the less comprehend.
Tim has complete control of his actions right now although the full moon is glowing bright.
However, that might be the least of his concerns right now as the werewolf leans in closer just to smell... and finally deciphers. "I know you."
"Well that's bullshit because this is the first time I see you." Tim expresses, although his tone and interjection harsh.
Ignoring his wild boar like attitude, the big white furred werewolf demands. "Follow me."
And then turns around, runs towards a tree, pins it down with her 4 chest like claws and leaps towards the sky, jumping over 10 meters high.
Well, this is odd through and through but what else could he do here? This large werewolf could have killed him, yet she didn't.
That in a way, bought a bit of trust. And with that trust tied around his neck, Tim follows the lady best as he can.
...
Running in a scene he doesn't quite like, the young Tim sees himself surrounded by what we can call a gaggle of werewolves.
There are 5 of them, the large white furred one included. They might not sound like a lot but Tim has never seen so many werewolves at one spot, as usually these beings just rip through each other!
"Why did you bring me here?" Tim shouted, wanting attention from the other side of the stick.
"Why did you bring him here?" A large werewolf repeated a similar question, standing up and ready to attack this stranger!
This one has to be the biggest werewolf Timothy has ever seen, it'f fucking humangous! One would mistake it as a tree in this depth of darkness.
This black furred werewolf has to be 5 meters tall, absolutely massive, aiding this man's sense of dominance are the 8 golden lines running from the top of his chest and all the way to the crotch!
Tim isn't used to werewolves this big and powerful and who would know that he would discover them just by running a few kilometers more than he is used off, out of the usual territory.
The white furred werewolf stands tall, acting as a barricade between Tim and the large werewolf who can rip him in half with one strike.
Using reason, the lady werewolf encourages. "Smell him, do it."
Taking her advice under consideration due to the bond that stretches decades long, the largest werewolf here walks forward and takes a whiff.
His eyes carrying shock, the werewolf smells once more and hears Timothy complain. "The hell are you smelling me for? Heard of personal space?"
"Werewolves are all about personal space, why else do you think we have all these land wars?" A smaller, white furred werewolf added, feminine by tone and no doubt sassy.
We can't mistake this one with the large white furred lady, no. She's small, smaller than Tim even and most likely a level 1 werewolf. This young lady is standing aside but has to be at least a meter and a half tall.
Taking a step back, the large black furred werewolf questions. "You, where do you come from?"
"Uhhh... from my house? I live right next to the forest." Tim points out the obvious, not quite understanding what this is all about.
"Is it him?" The large werewolf lady asks, appreciating a second stronger opinion.
"What are you two talking about?" A werewolf with two golden fur lines across his chest echoed, not understanding what the geezers are yapping on about.
And finally revealing information that comes out in all way staggering, the largest werewolf Timothy has ever seen, reveals. "I can't mistake this scent no matter what. This... he is our son!"