Down, deep into the jungle realm below, where the dinosaurs thrive, shadows appear in the trees. Three shadows that obviously belong to weasels. The second biggest one has scars all over his body and a chip taken out of each ear. He is whispering to two males beside him. "Zorro, Lars, this is th' plan. My younger brothah 'as four older teenagers as well as kits 'bout ten years of age. I'll sneak up above and kidnap 'is female kits. You two, I want ya ta prepare th' torture chamber. Those teens will learn th' meanin' of pain when 'm through wi' 'em," the weasel laughs.
"Thomas, what about your brother?" Zorro asks.
"He'll come fer 'is daughters, no doubt. That's when I'll kill 'im," Thomas growls.
"What about that good for nothing daughter of mine?" Lars snarls.
"Don't worry. That li'l fool will get hers. After I kill Buck, I'll bring 'er ta ya alive. Ya can do wot ya see fit ta 'er," Thomas smirks. Lars is obviously happy with that answer.
"I'll help you with that. She deserves it for stabbing me," Zorro offers his services to Lars.
"Do as ya will. Just remembah, I'll handle Buck. Now, if you'll excuse me, I 'ave ta check up on my mate an' those kits of mine," Thomas replies. The three of them scurry off.
They arrive at the tunnel system where they live. The tunnels are coarse with ridges in the walls. Chalk is streaked in the wall at the entrance in the form of an arrow. There is a crossroad up ahead. The walls have words, also written in chalk, labeling the tunnels well. Lars and Zorro go left towards the torture chambers. Thomas heads right towards the main living chambers. That is where his mate is, along with his kits.
When he arrives, his mate steps forward. She has soft, light brown fur with a crème and spotted underbelly and emerald green eyes. She greets her mate warmly. "Thomas, you're back. You'll be pleased to know that our kits have been behaving," she smiles.
"That's good, Iris. Otherwise, I'd 'ave ta punish 'em," Thomas smirks, making his kits wince. The four young kits stay back, fearful of what kind of mood their father is in. The kits are of the ages ten, eight, six, and four. The ten-year-old is a boy by the name of Colby. The eight-year-old is also a boy by the name of Jayden. The six-year-old is a girl named Lacey. The four-year-old is also a girl named Kay. Colby, Lacey, and Kay speak without an accent like their mother, while Jayden speaks like their father. The four of them, especially Colby, know of their father's explosive temper. They do their best to be good kits and stay out of the way. Colby does his best to protect his younger siblings, often putting himself in his father's path. He is the one to get beaten the most.
Colby goes over to their father. "Father, what do you want us to do?" Colby offers, willing to placate their father in any way to protect his siblings.
"I want ya ta gather th' weapons together. Give them ta Lars an' Zorro. Jayden will 'elp ya. Lacey an' Kay will stay 'ere, out of th' way. Is that clear?" Thomas asks.
"Crystal," the foursome answer warily.
"Good. Now, get going!" Thomas orders.
"Yes, father," Colby replies as he and Jayden turn to do their father's bidding.
After watching them go, Thomas turns back to his mate. "Iris, I will be leavin' tomorrow ta get those nieces of mine. I want us ta spend one last night together before I do," Thomas smirks.
Iris blushes at the comment. "Yes, my love," she smiles softly. Thomas brings her into their room and pulls her into their nest. They begin making out with Thomas caressing Iris' neck and shoulders. They begin moving in a rhythmic motion while letting the blood splatter the nest.
A few hours later, their romantic activities cease. Iris is left panting, but happy, as her mate lays beside her. "I love ya, Iris," Thomas whispers into Iris' ear.
"I love you, too, Thomas," Iris whispers back. They fall asleep like that, their bodies entwined around each other. Tomorrow is when Thomas' diabolical plans will begin to form.