Chapter 3:

Jason walked alone in the forest looking for anything he could bring back as food for his brothers. Normally Dick would do this kind of stuff, but Jason took the chore to keep Dick off his shoulder for at least a little while. This was such a pain; Jason wasn't meant for this hunting stuff. Jason growled as he kicked the dirt.

Jason never had to go hunting for animals before. Dick had always been the hunter in their weird little family because of his animal instincts. That and Dick was the only one of the four of them to actually learn 'monster' things from his parents, in this case hunting. Jason of course had hunted humans before, before he met Dick, Tim and Damian but that was also a story for another time.

Tim silently crept through the forest to look for Jason. Jason had been gone for a few hours and both Tim and Dick were getting worried. After a good fifteen minutes of trying to convince Dick to let him go instead of the young werewolf, Dick let him go and Tim promised to come back after a half an hour tops and to scream if anything happened.

Tim suddenly bumped in to something hard. He backed up rubbing his nose, looking up when he was sure it wasn't broken or bleeding. The 'something hard' he ran into just so happened to be what he was looking for: his big brother.

Jason, being the tallest of the four brothers, looked down at his younger brother, "what are you doing here Tim?"

"I came looking for you. You've been gone a long time and we were getting worried," Tim explained looking at the ground.

Jason sighed and threw his arm around Tim's slender shoulders, "to tell you the truth, I suck at this. I don't know how he does it. And there was no way I was going back there empty handed!"

"You're right, you would never hear the end of it," Tim smiled.

"Pfft that's why I'm still out here, and I didn't want Dick to hurt himself again. He is always getting hurt in fights trying to protect us," Jason frowned.

"Yeah, I wish he wouldn't try so hard," Tim sighed.

"But that's what makes him the big brother," Jason smirked. "Now are you going to help me or what?"

Tim nodded as they both walked off to find their dinner.

A few hours later

Jason and Tim walked back to the small cave they were calling home for the time being, carrying a small rabbit and a few fish. The two middle brothers were covered in mud from head to toe.

"Where have you idiots been? We had to go get our own dinner," Damian said chewing on a piece of cooked deer.

Dick, who was in his wolf form so he didn't have to cook his food, lifted his head and started waging his tail. He barked a greeting and tilted his head at the look on his two brothers' faces.

"WHAT?!" Jason's voice echoed loudly off the walls of the cave causing Dick to flatten his sensitive ears.

"Quiet down Todd," Damian said still eating his meat.

Jason continued to stare dumbstruck as Tim sat down next to Dick and started to pick apart the fish to cook it. Jason finally sighed and sat down next to Dick's hurt shoulder and started checking it.

"Can you change back, I can't see a thing with all this damn fur," Jason complained.

Dick did as he was told and winced slightly as he got up to a sitting position. Jason sighed and rewrapped it. Once he was done, Jason started to cook his portion of the meat and fish. He occasionally glanced over at Dick as he used his uninjured arm to tear off pieces of meat and barley cook it before eating it.

The brothers sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. Once they were done eating they all laid down on one side all together to sleep for the night.

When Dick woke up the next morning it was quiet. Not so much so that it was suspicious, just peaceful. The birds were quietly chirping from a distance and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Dick untangled himself from his brothers and walked to the mouth of the cave. He stood leaning against the outside, just listening to the voices in the wind.

As a werewolf, Dick was more 'in-touch' with nature than some others, not nearly Poison Ivy level, but just enough to enjoy the subtle beauty of nature. Often Jason would call him weird or a space cadet when he would just stand in the middle of a few trees and seem to space out.

Dick subconsciously rolled his shoulders. He was satisfied to only feel a slight twinge of pain from his poor abused shoulder. In the span of not even two weeks he had gotten hit with silver weapons of some sort in the same shoulder in almost the exact same spot both times. He was going to have a nice scar after it healed.

Dick was snapped out of his thoughts by footsteps, crunching on twigs and fallen leaves. Though he wasn't in his wolf form, his senses where still stronger than a normal human.

'We just can't catch a break can we?' Dick thought to himself.

Dick transformed into his wolf form and stalked off to hunt the hunters. These humans were so noisy it was a wonder they haven't woken up the younger ones yet. They must be rookies, or just plain stupid, Dick couldn't decide which was more likely.

AN: Hope you guys enjoyed! Review and tell me what you thought. Till next time ;)