1"Saya! Do NOT touch that thing! Have I mentioned how protective Wolfoses are of their cubs!"
"No, because I know you made that up, because you're afraid of Wolfoses."
"I AM NOT AFRAID OF WOLFOSES!" Navi roared. Saya jumped. The fairy had been right by her ear. The cub woke up. It began a howling cry.
"Ah-sh-sh-sh-shh," Saya hushed, stroking the thick, soft baby fur. The cub nipped her finger.
"Ah-hah!" the fairy crowed, "It bit you! Put it down before it tries to kill you!"
Saya showed her the finger in question. "Oh, come off it, pelt I'm not even bleeding. See? She didn't break the skin! Beside, she's just hungry."
With that, Saya sat down and took a bottle of some white liquid from her belt. The tiny cub sniffed it excitedly. Her tongue poked from her mouth as she panted.
"What's that?"
"Lon-Lon Milk. Malon gave me a ton of it. Should be perfect for you!" she tickled the Wolfos's brown nose. The short, bushy tail wagged.
Navi sighed. She wasn't really afraid of Wolfoses. It was just that every time she had seen one, it had tried to attack whoever she had been with.
"I'll call you 'Kaala.' It means 'misunderstood,' in Hylian. Do you like it?"
The newly-named Kaala stopped slurping milk long enough to howl happily. When she had finished the bottle, Kaala studied Saya. The girl found it both chilling and amusing to be watched by those pupil-less, golden eyes.
After a while, Saya stood up. "Do I have to carry you, or can you walk?" she asked the White Wolfos. Kaala took a few steps and stumbled. "I guess not," Saya said. She lifted the Wolfos and cradled her like a baby. As she went to tickle the brown nose, tiny jaws snapped the air.
"No." Saya told her sternly, tapping the pointed muzzle with two fingers, "No bite."
Kaala looked mortified and buried her face in her chest fur, wrapping her long front limbs over her head. Saya stroked the fluffy, white fur, trying to convince the Wolfos that it was a forgivable offense. The cub poked her head up and licked Saya's hand. Saya grinned.
Finally, they reached Kakariko. Saya had a hard time convincing the guard to let her in-Wolfos included. She ultimately won him over by telling him that if he had any doubts about Kaala ('Kaala'? Doesn't that mean, 'misunderstood?'), he could pet her himself. He did, and Kaala watched calmly, flattered by all this attention.
Saya was hungry. No one let her in to eat because of Kaala. 'A Wolfos!' they all said, 'Not in my house!' As if things couldn't get any worse, it began to rain. Not a gentle, warm rain that Saya was used to from the Forest, but a cold, harsh precipitation. Even Navi couldn't help feeling sorry for Saya. For knowing how a baby shouldn't get wet, the child had taken off her shield to shelter the cub.
She must really believe that Wolfos has some good in it, the fairy thought, The shield was the only thing keeping Saya dry! Look at her! Feeding it the only food she has. Saya, I don't know how you can prove Kaala's worth. I just don't know...
Having been fed, Kaala curled up under Saya's shield and slept. Saya watched the stubby back legs twitch as the cub dreamed. Saya herself had never felt hungrier, but she knew that Kaala needed the milk more than she did. She tried to position herself under a house's eaves and slipped into a dark, hungry sleep.
Kaala awoke at sunrise to a Cuccoo crowing. Stupid bird. Hunger. Where was her white-stuff? The green Wolfos was still asleep. Hunger. She needed food. A thought hit the young Wolfos. The stupid bird! Birds were food!
"Whuff," Kaala snorted. If you won't get me food, green Wolfos, I'll do it myself! You'll be proud of me...