After an hour of walking in the deep snow, the brothers finally reach their destination the tree with the red cross. "Alright, let's scout the area," Sun said, "Smoke, go up the trees and watch for any signs of wolves. Rock, you and I will walk around the perimeter and look for any footprints, hair, and even blood. We have to find them as quickly as possible before they find us. We only use our bombs when they are so close that we can see their uvula. Our spears and clubs are the only means of defending against them, so be careful. That means no wrestling involve Rock."

"Oh, man," Rock said.

The brothers got to work. Smoke climbed the highest tree, and Rock and Sun scouted the area looking for signs of the wolves. Unfortunately, the two brothers were unsuccessful. Luckily, Smoke caught a glimpse of birds flying away from the direction of the stream.

The brothers regrouped at the red cross after half an hour of looking. They decided to pack up and head to the creek. In case of an ambush, the brothers had the club out and ready to fight. They walked as quiet as possible to avoid the wolves' attention.

Once they got to the creek, they spotted two wolves near the frozen stream. They were grooming one another. The three brothers hid behind the bushes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. "Ok, we need to get one of their attention." Sun whispered, "Once we get one to come to us, we attack all at once."

"And how do we do that?" Rock asked.

"We could try to make some noise to attract one of them." Smoke suggested.

"I think that's a good idea. Let's make a trap first. Afterward, we try to lure one of the wolves into our trap. I'm thinking of tripwire as our best option. What do you guys think?" Sun said.

Smoke was about to say something when a rock fell on top of him, "Ow! What the?" The brothers looked up and saw two squirrels fighting. They were making a ruckus, and the wolves noticed. They walked towards the sound.

"Oh shit," Sun said, "Time to go." The brothers ran the opposite direction. The wolves followed closely behind, but the trees hindered the Timber Wolves' movement due to their size.

"What do we do? I can practically feel them breathing down my neck!" Rock yelled.

"Give me a minute. I'm thinking!" Sun yelled back. "Come on, Sun. Think, think, think." He whispered to himself. The brothers jumped over logs and cut their way through shrubs. Obstacles that the two wolves passed through with just brute force.

Rock witnessed the wolves destroy nearly everything in their path. "Holy shit! There strong. I wonder if I can wrestle against one?"

"Don't even think about wrestling one of those!" Smoke yelled back at Rock. "You barely won against that goat, what makes you think you can wrestle one of those wolves?"

"I've been training. Stick, and I have been muscle training and,"

"I got it!" Sun cries out, interrupting Rock. The two brothers looked at him and asked in unison, "What is it?"

"Do you guys remember the cliff?"

"Yeah!" The two responded.

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The brothers kept running until they reached the cliffside. They stopped and turned around to face the two wolves chasing them. The brothers took out their spears just in case. The wolves saw the brothers stand their ground, but that did not matter for them. Goblins were easy prey for them. And if they bring one dead to their masters, they get a treat. There's three goblins, one for each of the wolves.

The wolves picked up the pace, charging at the goblins with incredible speed. They expected their target to stay still and fight them with their spears, but instead, they jumped to the sides. The wolves tried to turn around and attack the goblins, but when pivoting their bodies, they continued to slide forward. Then the ground beneath them disappeared, and they fell down the rock cliff. They rolled as they fall, hitting the sharp, jagged rocks along the way.

A cloud of snow exploding upwards as the giant wolves crashed to the ground. The wolves pushed themselves up, their body was covered with cuts, deep and small, and blood poured out of them. Their bodies shivered from the pain. One of them looked at the top of the cliff and saw the brothers beginning their descend. The wolf howled to the sky, calling out for help. A distant howl responded.

"What the hell was that?" Rock asked.

"It must have called for help." Sun said, "How many are they?"

"I don't know." Sun answered, "None of the retainers or the chief gave any information about those wolves. All we know is that they are here, and they are dangerous."

"Well, it doesn't matter now. We have to kill those wolves now before whatever it called for comes."

The brothers rushed down to the wolves. Spears in hand, they took a battle stance. The end of their spears aimed at the wolves. The wolves snarled while the brothers walked closer with caution. A standoff begins as both parties examine the other. None of them can afford to show any weaknesses, make any mistakes, and take any lethal hits. The wolves only need to survive until their help comes, but the brothers need to end this quickly.

One of the wolves lowered their bodies to the ground, raising its butt and readied itself to pounce on the nearest goblin. The other one got in front. After a few grueling seconds of silence and tension, the wolf in front charged at Sun and Smoke.

It opened its mouth to bite Sun on its shoulder. Instead, Sun lodged a spear down its throat. Smoke followed with spear thrust to its chest. The wolf spun rapidly, shaking off Smoke and Sun. Then it bit the spear in half and coughed out the remaining pieces. The wolf's movement was incoherent and sluggish. It looked around for the two brothers, but its blood got on its eyes, blinding it.

The two brothers took heavy damage themselves. Smoke got thrown off, hitting a tree face first, breaking his nose. Sun's head landed on a rock when he was thrown off. His head began to swell, but it was hidden under his long hair. But the brothers did not stop. Smoke and Sun took out their clubs and smashed the wolf's head. The wolf tried to defend itself by charging forward and spinning around, but the more it moved, the more tired it became.

The wolf pranced around in hopes of crushing one of the goblins with its giant paws. Sun was about to yell to Smoke to be careful, but Smoke had already taken the initiative. Smoke slid under the wolf. He got on one knee, aimed his club on the wolf's hind leg, and swung it. He slid his hands up from the knob end of the club to give him more control and power in his swing. The wolf rolled over its side and growling in pain.

Rock, on the other hand, got closer to the wolf on the ground. After getting two meters close to it, the wolf pounced on Rock. Rock raised his spear right on time. The spear went inside the wolf's mouth, and its weight pushed the spear further down its throat. The wolf tries to shake off the spear and Rock, but it couldn't.

Rock pulled out its club, pulled it back over his head, and then smash it on the wolf's snot. Blood splattered out of the wolf's nose. After a few more hits to the head, the wolf collapsed on the ground.

Sun watched as his two brothers kill their wolves. Rock grew stronger than he could have ever imagined, and Smoke's fearlessness caught Sun by surprise. A burning sensation swelled inside of Sun. He grinned from ear to ear. His brothers have surpassed him, and he could not but smile with pride.

"That was amazing!" He yelled at his brothers. They laughed after defeating the two wolves. At that moment, they were the happiest goblins. They succeeded against all the odds and saved their mothers.

But this moment of happiness did not last long. As the brothers gather their material and move the wolves together, out from the bushes came another Timber Wolf.

"What the hell?" Rock heard snow being pressed behind them. He turned around and saw the wolf charged at them. "Watch out!"