"Wolf pups?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"So that's what it is!" I murmured, a look of realization appearing. With a werewolf's body, it's indeed capable of withstanding a car crash.
The Grimy Master said, "This Powell Clan is a famous werewolf family, and that Old Man Powell is quite the character. These bastards have been restless lately, always running to Arcadia."
I asked, "Those we encountered last time, were they...?"
"Those guys weren't from the Powell Clan, but werewolves are all the same, always up to no good! Fellow Thompson, did these wolf pups mess with you?"
"There was a bit of a conflict," I replied.
The Grimy Master instantly cursed, "These wolf pups are so damn arrogant! But this group is different from before, stronger. If I'm not mistaken, Old Man Powell's son, Little Powell, is in Arcadia."
"Fellow Thompson, be careful. If you suffer any losses, let me know, and I'll bring my brethren to flatten their den and make them regret coming to Arcadia."
