Wolf Raid

Chapter 1

Twilight settled over the field of southern Hyrule. Link sat with his back against a tree, eyes tracing the horizan, fingers twitching with anticipation of what was to come. Hopefully the kids hadn't followed him through Faron woods, he didn't want them to see what was going to happen, they didn't need to know, they would tell their parents, and then he'd be disgraced.

It would be so much better if they just stayed at home.

The familiar feeling of changing tingled through his veins, he shut his eyes and slid down the tree, before blacking out temporarilary. Coming to, he pushed himself off the floor, twitching his ears and looked around. A rustle in a bush alerted him to a presence, and a sniff confirmed his worst fears.

The kids had followed him.

He padded over to the bush, blue eyes watching the leaves rustle in a non-existent breeze, nose picking up the spiked scent of fear and uncertainty, ears picking up the whimpers and prayers for saving. He paused, they had always been sure that he would save them, now they weren't sure if they were his next meal. He walked round the bush to where the kids were, shackle clanking and clinking as he moved. He stopped and looked at them, blue eyes stern, the earrings in his ears jangled as his ears twitched to catch the sounds of the woods they were bordering.

The kids were terrified, their hero had been quiet all day, so when he left they had followed to see what was wrong. Then they found him just slouched against a tree, before he seemed to suck away the little light left, before he was gone and the wolf was there. They'd all had to hold back screams, but it still found them instantly. And the wolf padding round the corner had a huge shackle on a forefoot, and two blue hoop earrings in it's ears, like Link's. The blazing blue eyes were also the same as Links, though more wild and dangerous when framed by black fur.

Why would a wolf wear a shackle and chain?

Link just looked at them, then towards the path, then growled and lunged toward them, fangs bared. The kids left with fright toward the path and carried on running. Link just stood watching, hackles rose. Then he trotted after them, fangs bared to the forest, hackles rose warningly to the darkness. Breaking into a lope he followed the trail, ears pricked to the noises of the night. The children had gotten safe passage, Faron assured him when he stopped. He nodded and dashed off, heading to Ordona province, before slinking into the shadows on the opposite side of the rickety bridge. His nose could pick up the scent of Rusl, and Jaggle, coming toward him. Shifting out his senses he could almost feel the weapons they carried, a spear for Jaggle, a ordon sword for Rusl. They were on guard and waiting for him.

He wondered breifly which child or children had told their parents.

He crouched lower into the bushes, the moon was lighting the path now. It would be a long night, he couldn't leave the bush without being seen, and he really could do without the spear slicing his fur tonight. Then again, he had doubts about whether or not Jaggle could actually use it. Still, it would be better off not finding out. So he lay on his belly, eyes following them through his cover, ears listening to their ragged breathing and quick steps when they thought they heard something. Beyond that, he was sure he could hear Ordona's quiet whispers, mixed with the tinkling of the fairies he had had released there.

His snout came to rest on his forepaws, and his eyes drooped alittle, after all, it was not as if they could smell him, and they would not be able hear his breathing.....

A spear was rammed infront of his nose, and his eyes shot open, drat, he'd just been drifting off. He bared his fangs, silently warning Jaggle to back off. Then he rose his haunches, and growled, ignoring the spear that was even closer, and focusing on the fact that Rusl was only two strides away, running at him with his sword drawn. He snarled and lept backwards, then backflipped, narrowly missing Rusls sword. He now stood between them, and Ordon. Spreading his legs out, he lowered his head and growled loudly, eyes glinting. Back off!

But Rusl just came at him again, so he turned tail and fled for the village, and entering the glade before his home, darted to the other side and dashed down the trail and past his house, before entering the village. He was met with Bo, and his double-ended spear, which managed to slice his left hind leg deeply. He howled loudly, which alerted the rest of the village. Growling and snarling he edged towards Seras shop, then ran full pelt as best as he could with the injured leg, and left into the giant pond behind, swimming with three legs to the deeper waters and shelf he could rest on. He dragged himself onto it, and licked his wound, absently wondering how long it would be before a villager dared to swim themself and their weapon to his resting ledge. He guessed it would not take Rusl long to do such a thing.

He thought he heard a loud yell, and lots of raised voices, but it all started to go fuzzy and black....everything seemed muffled as he fell away into uncounciousness.

Authors notes

Everybody has to have authors notes, and so do I. Well, hello guys and thank you so much for taking the time to read this chapter. I'm planning for this to go futher than a oneshot (whoot!) and hopefully be something I can atleast be semi-proud of.

I have no idea how well this will go, or how long it will be. I have no beta reader so I will have to be my own critic.

You can help! Reviews are alittle something I appreciate alot, expecially if you tell me what you think my strengths in writing are and where you think the weaknesses in my story lie.

Please be aware this is written in Standard English, not American-English, so spelling may vary between them. Though if you do see a mistake, please feel free to add it to your reply.

Dankeshire und Auf Wiedersehen,

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