Koos, Piet and Frits sat with Siegfried and Marisha enjoying a glass of vodka, there was a silence, no one really spoke, the only noise was Siegfried groaning at his regenerating leg.
"Oh it's not that bad stop your whining" Marisha said giving him a slap.
"So, I don't like digging into private affairs, but what did you mean by 'You remember what happened to us' back there?" Koos asked.
Marisha poured herself another glass and held it to her mouth "We had two cub's, or children as you humans say, but we were attacked by the Black clan in America"
"The Black clan?"
"Yes savages, if you ever read a book about werewolves, then that was deprived from the Blacks, they even kill their own kin for the sheer taste of blood"
"You're joking?" Frits asked.
"Yes, maybe you've seen them? I heard you helped in Angola?"
"Yes?"
"Big black wolves with red eyes"
Koos remembered "Michael and Dianne"
