Two little kids were playing another match of arm wrestling before they went to bed. "Alright! I'm gonna defeat you once and for all!" the younger kid's orotund voice echoed around their bedroom. "We'll see about that!" the older kid replied. The brothers clutched on each other's left hand. "Is that all you got?" the older one said as he gripped and pushed his brother's hand as hard as he could. "I won't let you win again!" The younger one concentrated his soul into his hand and knocked down his brother's fist for the first time. "Ha! I won. In your face!" The younger one announced his victory to all the corners of their house. His older brother smiled while watching his victory dance. "Now, now, you two. Have you realized what time it is?" Their mother pushed them back towards their bedroom to put them to sleep. "Goodnight," their mother said as she softly kissed their foreheads. She turned off the lamp before going out. The younger one couldn't sleep after his first victory against his brother. Even when the dawn came, his eyes were wide awake. "Have you forgotten anything?" he heard their mother's voice from outside. "All good. We have to go now." It was their father. "I'll be expecting your return. Be careful, you two." "Of course," his older brother said. He waited until his mother went back to the kitchen so he could sneak his way out. He tiptoed and opened the door slowly. He didn't know which way they went. The only thing he can do to track their scent so he turned himself into a wolf and followed them. His nose led him to the edge of the forest. He couldn't believe what he saw. "A w-war?!" It was too late to go back home when the smoke from the village reached him. It wasn't just any normal smoke. It was sweet-scented. "Hmm—" He followed the scent but was stopped by a high-pitched voice. "No! Don't smell it! Get away from there!" When he turned his head behind him, he already lost himself in a hallucination. "Stupid!"