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There were several muffled curses as the portal spit the group of eight out in a heap of flailing limbs and equipment, groans filling the formerly silent space as they rolled off each other and gradually pulled themselves to their feet. Time was one of the first to stand, looking around the trees that surrounded them with wary curiosity, while it felt a smidge familiar to him, this wasn't a forest he knew.
"Anyone recognize our newest crash site?" Warriors asked, hefting the sailor up from where he had landed on Sky, the older giving him a wave of thanks before hauling himself upright.
"Not mine," Four piped up before slumping back to the ground with a grumble of annoyance, holding his head as the usual migraine set in.
"Not mine, obviously," Wind shrugged, pulling away from the knight who similarly shook his head. Across the way, Hyrule and Wild were wandering around the trees close by, both snapping around as the oldest pointedly cleared his throat and also shook their heads.
"Nope." Legend popped, gathering his things and pushing other's stuff toward them as he did so. Time let out a light sigh,
"New place then, Wild, mind looking for a landmark?" The champion's eyes lit up when the older gestured to the trees and he nodded with enthusiasm before vanishing into the branches with the speed of a hightail lizard, no one spoke for several long moments before the teen's feet hit the ground again, gesturing forward into the trees,
"Village." Wild noted simply, voice just as rough and ragged as the first day he'd joined them, and he set off in the direction he'd indicated, the others following behind. Sometimes the younger hero's sense of direction was amazing, Time would admit, but for all his ability, the kid could still end up a quarter mile off a straight path without noticing; he was at least getting better about warning someone before going off on his own. Surprisingly, the champion was focused intently on the invisible path he'd set, attention broken only when there was a sharp snap of wood from the side. It had all eight heroes drawing their weapons in an instant, only to freeze as terrified eyes looked back at them.
"Oh shit, a kid." Legend noted with a hint of disinterest, getting a pointed look from Warriors that had the veteran adventurer rolling his eyes. Being closest to the boy, who looked barely a few years younger than Wind, Wild tapped his bow to his Slate and the child's eyes widened impossibly more as it vanished in blue light.
"Sorry," the champion rasped, taking a knee so he wasn't looming over the scared kid, "What doin’ alone?" There was a sigh when the kid didn't reply, just eyed them warily from where he sat among the roots of a tree.
"What're you doing out here kid?" Warriors repeated the question, wondering for a moment if the child could even understand them,
"Playin' with my big brother." The heroes exchanged skeptical and doubtful glances before,
"So where's your brother? Sky asked worriedly, lowering his blade as he glanced around the trees, finding no trace of anyone.
"We're playin' hide'n'seek, he's seeking'." Warriors rose a skeptical brow,
"Your brother told you to hide in the middle of the woods and just wait for him to find you?" The boy folded his arms defensively,
"Tha's the game. Go 'way 'fore he finds me 'cause of ya'll."
"How long have you been out here? Maybe you should come with us." The soldier looked pensive but his expression along with the other's turned to confusion when the boy began to tremble, pushing himself away from them and against the tree.
"Good going Wars, you're traumatizing the poor kid." Legend snarked, which earned him glares from both armored heroes,
"Shove off, vet, like you're doing anything to help."
"I'm not making it worse."
"Enough, both of you." Time reprimanded firmly, turning his eye back to the child once the two fell silent, "If you're lost, you should come with us." Repeating essentially what had already been said must have been the wrong thing to do, even if the older hadn't finished what he was going to say, as the kid promptly broke into tears and shaking his head rapidly, and ducking further back into the roots. At a complete loss, they backed off a bit, leaving only Wild close to him, the champion kneeling with his slate, going through his inventory as if hoping to find something to put him at ease.
They were quick to stiffen in place when a low, menacing growl started from behind them, it didn't take much to recognize the furious, threatening sound of a wolf. None of them were really prepared for the enormous gray animal standing in the shadows of the trees, blue eyes burning with rage, ears pinned upright in anger, and large fangs bared in a snarl that had even the oldest shivering with cold fear. Time turned slowly, meeting the beast's eye as his hand drifted to the handle of his Biggoron Sword only to stop short when the animal lowered in response, looking moments from lunging, and something rushed past him. Several concerned shouts rang out, hands reaching to stop the boy, but none managed to catch him as he ran at the predator.
"Brother!" Everything seemed to go silent as the fierce display smoothed, the wolf's anger vanishing the second the kid was at his side, gripping the thick fur tightly. Blue eyes still glared at them with heated wariness, even as it curled slightly to hide the child from view and put itself between him and them.
"Hylia, please tell me the kid's not literally living with wolves." Legend sighed, getting looks from both Wild and Hyrule,
"There are worse things to be raised by, at least we know he's safe out here." the traveler noted, moving to take a step back only to freeze with a squeak as the creature's head snapped toward him,
"Wish I could say the same for us." Wars muttered in reply, watching as the beast nosed the kid in the direction of the village, muffled words were spoken before the boy took off into the trees, leaving the massive wolf behind with the eight armed strangers. No one moved without risking a snarl or growl that threatened nothing remotely merciful. They stood there for several long minutes in tense silence before footsteps made their way through the trees, an older man appearing beside the wolf but looking utterly at ease so close to it.
"You young men lost?" The new stranger asked, just as on edge as the beast it seemed, and Time nodded,
"Yes, apologies if we're trespassing, we were just trying to find a village to restock our supplies. We were worried the young boy out here was lost and may have been a little... over zealous about helping him." The animal let out a huff, glancing at the man before turning back and heading into the trees.
"Not usual to find travelers this far into Faron Woods, most manage to find Ordon before that," the man chuckled, gesturing for them to follow him as he echoed the animal's path. Unsure but still lost, they followed.
"My name's Rusl and that boy was my son, Colin; sorry if Conláech was a little prickly, he's protective."
"The wolf?" Wars asked incredulously which got a laugh from their guide.
"Yeah, he's big and scarry, but he'd never hurt anyone without reason."
"I don't know," Legend piped in with a scowl, "he looked ready to maul us."
"It's a long, and frankly unpleasant story," the man sighed, but Time stepped up before he could continue,
"You owe us no explanation, we instigated the situation instead of listening to your son." Rusl smiled and shook his head as they passed through a small archway and into the village proper.
"Welcome to Ordon, I'm sure my eldest wouldn't mind showing you around to the shops for whatever you need." The houses were small but well made, children's voices yelling a ways away while a small stream twisted around the buildings into a larger river. As the group rounded a corner onto a wider path, they came up short with surprised yelps and shouts as a horse slid to a stop in front of them, the rider staring down at them with narrowed eyes as Rusl let out a noise of exasperation.
"Link, don't be rude, and don't use Epona to do it either." There was a high pitched giggle from the smaller second rider as the first grinned,
"Wasn' my idea, Colin asked."
"Did not!" The boy was too lost in laughter to properly defend himself as the older rider walked the horse a little bit away before helping him down. Time stiffened slightly as cold, steel blue eyes glanced over them, lingering on him for a moment longer before looking away, smiling once more in place as he talked to Rusl. The man had called him 'Link', so this must be a new chosen hero meant to join them, but Time had a nagging suspicion that things weren't about to go as smoothly as he hoped -not that they ever seemed to.
Before anyone else could do or say anything, Wild was moving through the others and kelt in front of Colin, the boy taking half a step behind his older brother before his eyes widened in awe. The champion held out a brightly glowing Silent Princess in full bloom, a small smile on his lips as he offered it to the kid.
"Sorry, for scarin’ you." The teen rasped gently, and Colin's eyes fell before peaking back up, taking the bloom after a moment,
"Sorry I had my brother scare ya with 'pona. But ya’ll did make some funny faces." Several eye rolls went around as the kids laughed before taking off, heading toward a group of similarly aged children. Link watched him go before turning back to the group, offering a hand to the teen still kneeling on the ground. Wild accepted his help after a moment, thoroughly impressed with how easily he was pulled to his feet.
"So, what’s a group like ya’ll doin’ in this little corner of Hyrule?"
"Supplies." "Hylia." "Magic portal." All three different answers jumbled together and the teen rose a dark brow in confusion, glancing to the one he'd helped up who simply sighed and shook his head.
"Long story." Wild signed instead of abusing his ruined vocal cords further, "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" The hero of the current era hesitated before he nodded, gesturing for them to follow him through the small settlement and off to a quiet clearing nearby.
"So, 'Hylia'? 'Magic portal'?" He asked, sitting on a stone beside the spring taking up most of the little alcove.
"I guess the easiest way to explain would be starting at the beginning," Sky stepped forward, Master Sword in hand, and steel eyes narrowed between him and the blade, "My name's Link, Hero of Skyloft, but you can call me Sky. It would seem the Goddess has brought heroes together through the ages for a quest against a new threat from the darkness, a shadow has been traversing time and leaving cursed monsters in its wake. These monsters are stronger and more intelligent as well as more violent and bloodthirsty. As you probably figured out, we all share the name Link as well as the Spirit of the Hero of Courage, as a carrier of that same spirit, you’ve been chosen to join us in fighting the evil terrorizing Hyrule."
"You made that sound so fuckin' ominous." Wind deadpanned, wincing at the small smack Time landed on the back of his head, "Ow! You know I'm right, we're hunting a lizard!"
"If you don't call a black scaled, red-eyed lizalfos with more than half a brain ominous, then what would you call it?" Hyrule inquired quietly while his curious eyes looked about the clearing.
"A pain in the a-ow!" Legend's eyes snapped to the Captain's with a glare, scowling at the taller blonde who stood over him unfazed,
"Anyway, point is, we've been getting pulled and tossed through time and space for a couple weeks now chasing an overly intelligent and just as annoying monster that seems to be empowering other creatures and turning their blood black."
"None of us have had much of a choice in going," Time shifted, the sound of metal making the new hero's eyes raise to his, "I would tell whoever you need to about this and prepare to leave, there's no telling when we'll be swept away again, could be hours, could be days." Link sighed and stood, arms crossed as he stared at the ground in silence before letting out a long suffered sigh.
"Alright, c'mon, I'll show ya’ll to the market and get my gear." The group followed quietly, unsure about the man's distant gaze and slight frown though it was only visible for a second before he was leading them back to the center of the village. If Time was surprised by the easy acceptance of what would usually be disregarded as insane ramblings, well, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Rusl and Colin were gone when they returned, so there was nothing to stop them as the heroes were led into a small shop. Link left them for a while, vanishing without a trace. The people inside gave them strange looks but didn't say anything directly, just whispered amongst themselves and cast glances at them. It didn't take long to get everything needed, and they were heading back toward where they thought Rusl's house had been. Thankfully the familiar green hero's tunic was noticeable against the dusty brown and oranges around them, there was a dark gray fur pelt around his shoulders as he fastened Epona's saddle, patting her neck a few times with a grin before looking over to them.
“I’m curious about something,” Warriors began as they reached the newest hero, smiling as the horse gave him a sniff and delighted snort when he fished a sugar cube from a pouch on his waist, “That wolf, is it the only one around here? I’ve only ever seen them in packs, and never that big.” There was a moment of quiet as Link paused, one hand reaching up to adjust the pelt on his shoulders.
“Yes, he is. He’s one of the Divine Beasts that protects Ordon, or so everyone’s taken t’ callin’ ‘im.” He muttered the last part, the note of resignation in his voice going unheard, “You should count yerselves lucky, Conláech don’ usually show mercy t’ anythin’ that hurts someone from this village.” Again those steely blue eyes narrowed at them, a subtle warning shifting in his words that had the group tensing just slightly.
“Brother!” Time blinked when the teen’s face lightened instantly as he turned to Colin as he rushed toward them, easily hefting the boy up onto his shoulders, and the armored Hylian could barely shake away the sensation of deja-vu. “Are you goin’ away again?”
“Yeah, seems like a hero’s work ne’er ends.” Despite his attempt to keep the boy jovial, the kid’s face still fell just a bit,
“I don’ want you to, what if somethin’ happens here?”
“You and I both know Zelda would love t’ have an excuse t’ come visit, so why don’ you send her a letter tellin’ her about my leavin’?”
“I guess I can, but imma miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back ‘fore ya know it.” The group had politely backed off while the brother's spoke, finding other things to focus their attention on. Legend glanced at the two before turning his eyes back to the heroes around him with a huff.
"How much you wanna bet that wolf's gonna end up following us?"
"50 rupees he does." Wild signed without hesitation, ignoring the bewildered look Warriors gave him,
"Where did either of you learn to gamble?" The collector shrugged in his usual mysterious aloof way as the champion blinked up at the older innocently.
"No idea what you're talking about," he responded, breaking into a grin at the exasperated groan the soldier gave them.
"I'll match on the wolf not following us." Wind popped in, pushing the Captain aside much to his indignation.
"100 he doesn't." Four nodded along with Wind, though he was standing a few paces away from the others and looking at a metal weather-vane sitting against the side of the building. With an eye roll, Warriors turned and moved away, standing closer to the silently vigilant un-official leader of their little group. Time had an amused tilt in the corner of his lips as the younger man stopped beside him, watching the heroes chatter among themselves until a bright flash caught his eye. A myriad of grumbling started as the portal appeared, much faster than any before it, which meant they'd get no time to really rest for a while unless it dropped them in friendly territory.
Link eyed the swirling magic with blatant distaste after ushering Colin toward Rusl. The day had started out so pleasant for him, his chores had been easy, the goats cooperative, and he'd gotten some time to play with Colin and do some sword lessons. Then those eight had come walking in and thrown everything upside down. A very, very, small part of him wished he'd bitten at least one of them, he'd been so close to it, seeing his little brother's terrified face as he huddled against a tree surrounded by strangers armed more heavily than any castle guard. Maybe if he'd snapped at them a little more they would have rushed on a little faster and left him well enough alone, but he knew deep down it wasn't in him to reject a request for help, and judging from the varied expressions shown as Sky spoke, they weren't either and they hated it a little too.
The portal was emanating heavy magic, neither dark nor light, but also not Twili magic. It was very other , and the wolf was vehemently distrustful of it, but as he watched a few of the other heroes bound through it without hesitation, a few curious glances sent his way, he relaxed a little. Time stepped up beside him and Link eyed the armor he wore with an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes,
"So, what's yer nickname then?" He found himself asked as he gently tugged Epona's reins,
"You already know me, don't you?" Link stilled at the curious tone the man answered with, face blank and eyes staring ahead,
"I know someone like you, Hero of Time."
"So, you do know of me at least. May I know what to call you?"
The hero glanced over his shoulder, fixing a brightly blue gaze on the older Hylian,
"Twilight." Without another word he stepped toward the portal, Epona dutifully following, and vanished into its hold with Time close behind.
It was a week of travel before they encountered a group of black blooded monsters, and it was there that the other heroes finally got to watch the Hero of Twilight in battle. Suffice to say, seeing one person take down a moblin in three impossibly heavy swings was grounds enough to justify why he had always declined any invitation to join their sparring matches. The rancher ended up coming out of the fight in the best shape, so when they finished settling up camp for the night, he volunteered to patrol the area and was given leave to go alone instead of in the usual pairs they stuck to.
Wild found himself heading toward a stream nearby for water when he noticed the large wolf from Ordon hiding among the trees, the same bright eyes following him and narrowing just slightly when their gazes met. The champion stilled, slowly lowering himself toward the ground until he was laying on his side, a position that he’d seen wolves take when faced against a dominant one. The woods were quiet around him, broken only by the soft steps of the animal as it drew closer. He could feel his pulse starting to race as the predator came closer, blood rushing through his ears as he fought to remain still instead of getting up to run. Wild knew he was fast, but this wolf was bigger and probably much faster than any he’d encountered before.
After a moment, he finally glanced up from where his eyes had drifted to the ground, finding the wolf standing over him with an almost confused look on its face as it huffed at him. When nothing happened, the teen pushed himself up, still moving in short and slow increments, but the animal didn’t react in the least and in fact sat to watch him. The champion found his eyes fixing on the white mark on the beast’s forehead, standing out surprisingly well in the growing moonlight.
“Remind me,” he noted softly, seeing the slight perk in the canine’s ears, “of my companion… same mark. Y’re younger, not gray like ‘im, but you look similar, same smart look… Miss ‘im.” Wild cleared his throat roughly, wincing at the scratching sensation as his scars pulled in his neck. He glanced up as the wolf moved, stilling when it raised onto its paws and grabbed the canteen the teen had set beside him. Confused, he could only watch as the animal took a few steps before looking back at him, waiting for him to scramble to his feet and follow.
The stream bubbled along peacefully as the wolf stopped, setting the canteen down gently to move a bit away and stoop to drink, leaving the champion to fill the container in silent curiosity. He looked up at the sound of metal on stone and paused in disbelief. There was a shackle around the animal’s front leg. He recognized it, he’d broken a rusted and deteriorated version from an older wolf with the same marks, the same colored fur, the same bright blue eyes.
With a splash he tossed a handful of water into his face and scrubbed, hoping it would hide the few tears that had streaked down his cheeks as he’d made the connection. The Divine Beast form of the Hero of Twilight had been a wolf, had inspired the Sheikah weapons that had helped him in his fight against the Calamity. He thought he’d gone crazy when he’d first seen the wolf outside of his era, but now, it made sense. How cruel it was though, that he knew this wolf, had befriended him thousands of years in the future, but now it didn’t know him. He wondered if this was something his companion had felt seeing him for the first time, knowing yet being unknown.
Wild grabbed the canteen and ran, slowing only enough to get his breath back before entering the camp, he hoped he could hide his hurting heart well enough as he started preparing dinner, or at the very least no one would try to talk to him about it. There were no words he knew to express what he was feeling. He couldn’t even bring himself to return Twilight’s thanks or glance of concern when he handed him his dinner. He wondered if he’d ever be able to get over the emotions tearing through his chest, but for now all he could do was curl into his cloak and settle in front of the fire in silence, pulling up his hood to hide himself from interaction.
It wasn’t long until Time was tapping on his shoulder, four times to signal him to get some sleep, and the teen sluggishly conceded to his emotional and mental exhaustion. Leaving the oldest and newest heroes the last awake. Twilight glanced at the champion as he curled up in his blanket, not bothering to change clothes or even take off his boots, and Time sighed gently when he noticed his stare.
“Don’t worry, Wild has some interesting habits, you’ll get used to it. Why don’t you tell me more about the wolf that followed us?” There was a knowing glint in his eye that made the rancher grimace slightly.
“Figured it out already, have ya?”
“You tell me, Pup.” Twilight’s eyes snapped to the other hero with indignation,
“‘Pup’!? D’ you even know how old I am?”
“Younger than me.” Time smirked in reply, amusement only rising at the glower shot at him before the other fished a dark and oddly shaped gem from inside his tunic.
“Shadow crystal, let's me change t’ my Twili form, the wolf.” He explained simply as he returned it to its place. “I kept it after my quest ended, comes in handy sometimes.” A hum from across the fire was the only response he got, and Twilight found himself studying the pensive face of the older man. It was quite for a time, with just the crackling flames and chirping crickets to fill the silence before Time shifted,
“You should get some rest, maybe try talking to Wild in the morning if something is bothering you.” He didn’t reply verbally, just nodded and headed away to his bedroll, somewhat relieved that his ability had been accepted so easily and the other hero wasn’t prying into him to know more about it. His journey had ended over two years ago, but there were lingering pains that had yet to fade from the memories of it.
Twilight woke the next morning as dawn broke, one of the first up thanks to decades of being up with the sun to tend to the goats. The thought sent a pang of homesickness through him as he fixed his pelt around his shoulders, letting out a quiet breath to try and send the feeling with it. With it’s leaving, the events of the previous night came forward, and the rancher found his eyes wandering toward the champion’s bedroll only to find the spot completely bare and the teen sitting in front of the fire cooking already. Bright cyan eyes glanced up and met his for only a fraction of a second before they snapped back to his task, and the older felt something like guilt twist inside him, though he couldn’t say why. Pushing the sensation down, he finished fixing his things and took a seat next to the cook, leaving a good gap of space between them.
“Mornin’.” He greeted casually, getting a soft hum in reply that ended up proceeding a long spell of silence. Twilight shifted awkwardly and looked around the camp where Time and Legend seemed to be starting to stir and Four sat on the other side of the fire, having been the last watch shift. The ranch hand waited with growing nerves for the right opportunity, conflicted on whether or not he should be the one to approach the champion given they had barely known each other a week, but there was a nagging in the back of his mind that refused to rest. So he sat, stomach twisting into more and more knots. It was three days before he was able to jump in and offer to take the dishes to the stream to be washed with the young hero after breakfast, as the younger ones seemed to hover around him like a protective barrier.
If Wild was uncomfortable or bothered, he didn’t say anything, but he did seem to avoid eye contact enough that by the time they reached the water, it was starting to scratch at the man’s chest. Still, for a few minutes he simply breathed, focused on the icy temperature of the gurgling waters.
“Have I done somethin’ t’ upset you?” Twilight asked, keeping his voice soft and eyes on the task at hand, but he still noticed the other hero tensing beside him in his peripherals. The churn of his anxiety swelled in the silence until the cook finally replied, shoulders slumping,
“Not you… me. I’s nothin’.” Frowning, the rancher set aside the plate in his hands and turned to face the younger fully,
“I don’ think nothin’ would bother you so much; pardon my intrudin’ in yer business, but maybe talkin’ it out might help?”
“I don’t think,” Wild began, hands pausing for a moment before he continued to sign, “you can help with this. It’s not a normal problem.”
“Never know, strange happenin’s are pretty common for us i’d seem. I recon ‘tween all of us, we’d see everything strange there is t’ see.” He would count the light huff that came from the younger as positive progress.
“Still,” he continued with smoother motions than before, “Unless you’ve had experience with someone that doesn’t remember you, there’s not much to be done.” Twilight wilted, having heard of the champion’s story from the others -with the teen’s permission of course- and his struggles with his memories.
“Can say I am indeed familiar with that, I had a friend that lost her memories, didn’ recognize me at all when I found ‘er after she was kidnapped by monsters. It was hard t’ accept, even harder to be around ‘er cause if I said something about home or our history she wouldn’ know what I was on about. I tried to keep my distance, tried to act like we were strangers like she thought, but nothin’ really helps that kinda hurt. Nothin’ you can really do t’ help it either usually, I was lucky there was somethin’ that could return her memories, but things never really went back to how they were before. I’m sorry that’s somethin’ you’ve gotta deal with, that kinda burden is a heavy one. If ya ever need a shoulder or an ear, I’m always happy t’ help.” The rancher’s eyes moved to the cook from where they had drifted forlornly to the stream, and he tried to give his best reassuring smile, though it faltered under the intense conflicted blue gaze that he met.
Wild seemed to make a decision, and as he curled in on himself the older was afraid he was going to drop the matter altogether, but to his relief, the teen started talking, voice emotionally raw in tandem with the typical roughness.
“I met wolf soon after wakin’ up… he taught me t’ hunt and forage… t’ find shelter and safety.. t’ survive the wilderness. He was my family an’ we protected each other. Wolf had a cuff on his leg, rusted bad, he let me break it off him eventually.” To say Twilight’s head was spinning would be an understatement, it was like a tornado had ripped through and left nothing behind but pieces to be picked through. He’d never imagined what it would be like to switch places with Ilia, but here he was, sitting by a stream with someone that knew an older version of himself, who had been close to said older self. Now he understood though, while he had been picking through trying to act normal around the hero of Time, who he was sure was the Hero’s Shade that had taught him everything he knew; he’d completely missed that Wild was struggling to do the same. He couldn’t help the toneless chuckle he let out, though he almost wished he hadn’t when the teen flinched at the sound and tensed visibly.
“Who’s grand idea was it t’ fuck around with time travel? Don’ answer that, I know the answer and he’s got a mean glare for only havin’ one eye.” Wild relaxed with a snort of amusement, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the aborted laugh, which just had the rancher chuckling earnestly this time, “You know I’m right, so we’ll blame Time for this and jus’ never tell ‘im. So, you know ‘bout my other form then I’m guessin’?”
“The Divine Beasts were called as such after the Hero of Twilight, who could turn into a wolf.” The teen explained in lieu of a simple yes, and Twilight blinked in bafflement.
“Well dang, guess that means the title sticks after all,” he grumbled to himself, “Anyway, I’m sorry I’m not the wolf you know, but I look forward t’ becoming companion’s. At least like this I can actually talk t’ ya, can’t imagine all the mental yellin’ and headaches I’ll have to deal with in the future lookin’ after such a wild child.” Wild made a noise that the older interpreted as affrontement before he pointedly turned and plunged a plate into the stream only to jerk back at the sting of cold on his hands, which only succeeded in splashing both of them with drops of frigid water.
“Whoa! Thought we were washin’ dishes, not us.”
“What? Don’t like a little water?” The champion smirked, and as happy as Twilight was to see the kid loosen up, he was wary of the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Don’t try it, ya little fox cub.” With barely any warning, using the plate in his hand the younger tossed a large surge of water straight toward the goat herd who jumped back quickly. With a flurry of black prisms the Hylian was replaced by a large wolf, who’s bright blue eyes fixed on the champion with annoyed amusement before jumping forward. Wild snatched up the last of the dinnerware and stored it away as he turned and ran, Twilight racing at his heels until they broke the line of trees around the camp, effectively startling everyone there.
Time was the only one not to jump and reach for a weapon when the animal and Hylian tumbled across the ground in a heap, the champion wheezing in broken laughter as the beast pointedly laid across his stomach with a huff. There was a moment of stunned silence broken as Hyrule turned Wind.
“Pay up sailor, you’ve lost your bet.”
Wild couldn’t say he’d never seen a wolf roll its eyes before.