Blake smiled devilishly as Izzy mentioned the police, "Well, as it happens, apparently they're a bit swamped at the station right now, so this one is being put on the back-burner. They think the guy just got into a drunken fistfight. Sooooo... Me and Zach were planning on tracking down the offender!" He struck a radiant pose, which combined with his manner of describing their plan made it obvious how much of it was his elder brother's idea. Demon brothers indeed. "Think about it. Zach is better at karate than anybody I know, and there will be two of us. We could run this guy out of town no problem!"

This was... obviously a problem. If the White Wolf was attacking passerby-- for reasons yet unknown to Izzy --she had no idea how it would react to such provocateurs as her brothers. She had only barely survived an encounter with it by the grace of her immortal body. Either of her brothers would be killed easily. If she tried to tell them not to go out, that would just make them want to defy her. She needed to think of a better way to get them to stay at home. Have them think it was their idea.