Summary: When a wolfos mother adopts a keaton pup, controversy arises in the pack. What happens when the keaton later learns of his hidden past? And what happens when he stumbles upon a Kokiri child in the forest? How will all of this affect his future?
Rating: K plus, but this might change in future time. (Possibly in the next chapter or two, for mild swearing)
Flames? No flames, please, although a bit of constructive criticism is nice. But, by all means, am I not refusing the offer of a friendly review! Don't be shy in reviewing; I won't bite!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, the Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask, or characters of these games including Link, the Kokiri, keatons, wolfos, Hyrule, Termina, et cetera. This story has been written for the fun of it, not for the sake of money.
I do, however, own all the identities and personas of the characters such as Trey, Shadow, White Foot, Twiggy, Blaze, et cetera.

Author's Notes: Oh noes! Another delayed chapter! I'm sorry again, faithful readers…
Aw, Trey has a little crush!...But you'll read about that soon enough. (And, I'll probably make a short story about it around Valentine's Day, too…)

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Wolfos in Sheep's Clothing
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Chapter Seven: Friends are Like Flowers

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Trey crouched silently in the bushes, not daring to move an inch, and barely breathed, trying to keep as silent as the dead. He needed to stay hidden underneath the foliage, lest that he was discovered. Being discovered, well, would be something quite humiliating to say at the least. If they discovered him and his secret hiding place, not only would he be unveiled for all to see, but also would be a loss on his part, meaning that they won at this game of stealth.

He pressed his body closer to the ground, hardly breathing as he watched through small gaps through the leaves at the creature that was searching for him. His footsteps were growing steadily louder, and he could feel the energetic, excited vibrations rumbling through the earth from his hunter. The hunter stopped in front of Trey's hiding spot, seemingly taking a thoughtful pause of his surroundings. The keaton held his breath involuntarily, a half smirk, half smile spreading on his lips; they could never discover him, for his spot was too good to be noticed.

He released the breath he held slowly, silently, as his hazel eyes followed the movement of the creature, as the hunter's footsteps descended away in the distance. Ha, the keaton was still as crafty as ever. He closed his eyes, taking silent deep breaths slowly in and out, relishing in the refreshing blackness that surrounding him. He nearly fell asleep in this joyful state if it hadn't been for the sudden sound and smells that he detected.

Before he even had a chance to think about the scent and sound, a couple of pounding footstep was directly behind him, followed immediately by an enthusiastic, "Found ya!"

The keaton jumped, springing to his paws from the spontaneous sound. He let his muscles relax, though, when he saw that it was none other than his new friend, Link, in front of him. He barked happily, grinning at the Kokiri.

Link was a slightly taller, by a half-a-head's height, than the keaton when standing, so he craned his head forward accordingly, grinning back at his animal friend. "Okay boy, now it's your turn to be it! I'll hide, but you have to close your eyes!"

Trey nodded, doing so, listening with skilled ears as the child's footsteps descended away in the forest. "Okay, ready!" A distance voice called. The juvenile opened his eyes, and almost instructively, lowered his nose to the ground, sniffing at the many scents of the forest. The Kokiri's remarkably unique scent could unmistakably be picked out among the commoner smells such as grass, dirt, and plants. He followed the trail of smell obediently, almost unconsciously, through the portion of the forest the two were playing in.

He stopped abruptly in front of a large log, grinned, and pressed his forepaws on to it. Sure enough, the little blond Kokiri was squatting behind it, just as the keaton's senses told him. Link rose from the ground, brushing the dirt from his knees. "Aww, no fair!" He mock-whined, "Your nose is stronger than mine!"

Trey chuckled as he barked again, taking a giant leap over the log, landing perfectly in front of his Kokiri friend. The blonde grinned jovially as he stretched out a friendly hand, scratching his new friend on the top of his head. The keaton's eyelids drooped and he suddenly felt a great pleasure rise in him as Link did this. The gentle scratching on his scalp seemed to muddle his entire mind, soul, and body, making him completely vulnerable to this bliss. He was melting like soft butter under this, but snapped out of his haze when Link slowly drew his hand away.

Almost instantly the keaton wished that Link would continue with the intoxicating scratching spell, but shook off the thought as he grinned lopsidedly at the blonde. A moment of pleasant silence passed between the two recently united acquaintances, in which was filled with just the tranquil sounds of the forest. Trey grinned mischievously as he watched Link take a seat in front of him, back against the log. The long green hat the Kokiri wore fluttered invitingly in the slight breeze, beckoning the keaton in a supernatural sort of way.

In a flash of golden fur, Trey again lunged at Link's hat, swiping it off in one effortless motion. Link blinked his large blue eyes twice before realizing what had just happened. "Hey!" He exclaimed, humouring the keaton's silly actions. "Why do you like my hat so much, huh? Give it back!" He swiped out his hand, attempting to grab the hat back, but Trey jerked his head back, grinning rascally. He leapt to his paws and sprinted through the woods, green hat flapping around in his mouth. At once, Link sped after him, laughing with play at the game.

Careful to avoid any territory that might belong to the wolfos, Trey ran through the bushes and ducked under low-hanging branches, Link dashing after him, determination written across his face. A root, that emerged from beneath the ground to above, appeared in front of the keaton's path, and before he could register its presence, he had already tripped over it and went head-over-heels, hat still clutched in his jaw.

He rolled out of the clump of forest he and Link were racing in, spinning down a small inclined hill. A few grass blades flew into the air as the keaton hit them at his furious pace, and he finally let go of the hat he had still grasped onto for dear life. The momentum died away as he finally reached the bottom of the small hill, limbs and tails sprawled out on the grass, head spinning dizzily.

By the time Trey had shaken off the dizziness, he saw Link running down next to him. He had retrieved his much loved forest-green cap, and he set in back in its rightful place, on his blonde head, when he kneeled down next to the keaton. "Are you okay?" He asked, a little worry in his voice, although a small smile was on his face.

Trey only responded with a quick lick on Link's face, making the young Kokiri chuckle as he pushed the keaton away from him lightly. Link took a deep breath and sighed it out as he laid back onto the cloud-soft grasses beneath him. He put his hands underneath his head, looking up at the sky happily. Trey also situated himself down on his stomach, head on his paws. "What a fun day!" The blonde sighed gleefully, all worries and woes from that morning completely forgotten.

The warm afternoon sun rays beat down on the two friends, who just lay in the grass next to one and another, content just to be in each other's presence. The keaton's, and Link's, eyelids were beginning to droop under the warm, lulling sunlight as Trey felt a tiny arm snake around his neck. He opened an eye lazily, fighting off the temptation of sleep, to see it was indeed his friend who had done this. He smiled, licked Link's hand briefly, and then went back to his state of drowsiness, which was quickly overcome by a light nap, both Kokiri and keaton smiling as they slept.

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Trey's left ear twitched spontaneously; it seemed as if there were some insect upon it that the body instinctively wanted to get rid of. He groaned in annoyance as both of his ears twitched; now it was quite clear that there were some insect crawling in his fur. Gradually, he opened both of his shimmering nougat eyes, yawning as he did so. Link's arm was still around him, and he had to carefully manoeuvre his body so that he wouldn't disturb the child from his blissful nap. The keaton sat up, scratched behind his ear, and yawned again. He had to admit, that was one of the most peaceful sleeps he had had in quite sometime, one that was not filled with horrible dreams of the dark wolfos.

He proceeded to stretch his limbs, shaking off any tiredness he had. His ear swerved, not because of the itch he had recently scratched away, but because of a familiar sound. The keaton turned his head slightly, smiling when he saw his friend stir in his sleep, slowly waking up. He, too, yawned and stretched his arms as he sat up, blinking tiredly at the keaton. Once he was adjusted to the light, he grinned at Trey, kneeling next to him and patting his head again. "I wonder what time it is…" He thought aloud suddenly, like how most people often do when they wake up from an unplanned snooze.

Trey wondered the very same thing at this instant, craning his neck up at the sky, ignoring the tender, friendly pets on his head. His hazel eyes widened as he saw the position of the sun, and spun around to face Link, who had ceased the pettings and had just begun to situate himself in a comfortable place against the fluffy grass. The keaton silently wondered if Link knew of how late it was as he watched the Kokiri stare back at him, confusion on his boyish face.

Dusk! It's dusk! Trey thought desperately, jaw clenched. He needed to get home soon; it had almost been a full day since he had left the pack to think, and he had gotten sidetracked with many distractions. It wasn't that he wanted to go back to the pack, but it was more of the potential consequences if he did not return to the Hideaway. Even if they didn't want him in the pack, they'd still hunt him down for fun (knowing Skunk), he hypothesized.

"What's the matter, boy?" Link asked, breaking the keaton out of his thoughts.

Trey glanced back and forth from the forest to the sky, then back at Link, hoping that the Kokiri would understand.

Link's blue eyes blinked a couple of times. The keaton gritted his teeth, giving up on making his friend understand on what he was trying to say. He turned around and started jogging off into the woods. Link, finally grasping at what his animal friend was trying to say before, called out quickly, before Trey could disappear anymore, "Wait!"

Trey stopped at this, and turned his head around, looking at the now distanced Kokiri with calm nougat eyes. "I…I usually come into the forest everyday around mid-morning," Link continued. "If you want to find me, just wait by the big log…okay?"

The keaton hesitated for a moment, pausing to think. With a slow nod of his head and one last look at the child, he sprinted off into the growth of the thick woods, knowing exactly where he was going.

Roughly he pushed limbs and brush aside as he trampled through the thick wooded area, eyebrows furrowing in determination. A certain sense of dread hit him as he continued his rampage through the foliage, and he silently wondered what they would do to him once he had returned to the Hideaway. He had severely injured Fish, he suddenly remembered, and had run away from the group for almost a full day; Blaze would surely give him a mouth-full when he would arrive. He shook it off, convincing himself that everything would be okay and that life would move on, no matter how bad things seemed in the present time.

He leapt out of the last clump of bushes, shaking off stray leaves from his fur, just as the sun had begun to disappear halfway over the horizon. The meeting with Link suddenly replayed in his mind, and quickly, he sniffed himself, hoping that there wouldn't be Hylian scent on his fur.

He groaned in annoyance as he discovered some smell of human in his coat, and looking around for something to wipe it off with, he spotted a puddle of muddy water. Not hesitating for a second, he rolled in it, and when completely human-scent-free, he shook his fur, and trotted past two stumps, where the Hideaway was waiting for him.

The vine-covered entrance stood in front of him, a couple tail-lengths away, and with an inhalation and exhalation, Trey proceeded forward, ready to overcome the awaiting chastisement.

The Hideaway was as busy as usual, as little pups played and messed around, parents talking or eating, or, in the cases of the elderly, sleeping. However, when Trey stepped through the entrance, the activity seemed to die down considerably, most eyes fixed upon the keaton, who definitely stuck out like a sore thumb in the pack of wolfos. His recent actions had reached the wolfos who had not attended the reception in the clearing, and now most of the members knew of the fight, and of how the truth was revealed to him.

Self-consciousness was the first feeling he felt as he trotted through the rock-surrounded clearing, towards his den to find his father and mother, as he could hear various murmurs and whispers and feel the various gazes fixed upon his body.

"Oi! There's the coward!" A way too familiar voice barked at him from across the Hideaway. Fish came hobbling over to the keaton, rather slowly due to his limp; Skunk walking carefully next to his friend, to make sure he was okay. The places where the keaton's claws had raked the glittery silver coat were visible; red and now covered in a thin scab of new skin. Trey mentally winced when he saw how much damage he had caused to Fish, but consciously winced more when he noticed Skunk and Fish's gritted fangs and glimmering eyes.

Trey stood his ground as the two young adults finally made their way over to him, hair rising slightly on their necks. "Did you honestly expect to avoid me, keaton?" Fish hissed, scratching the ground with his claws. "I'm surprised you even have the gut to come back 'ere! Don't think I'll forgive you for what ya did! What do ya have to say for yourself, huh?"

"The reason I left was to clear my head." Trey barked back calmly, "I did not run away because I regretted my actions, but to think."

Fish snorted. "Tch. Think. You should do that more often; otherwise you'd be in a better situation than you are now."

The keaton said nothing in response to this, only a soft, low growl in his throat. He stopped, and turned to Skunk, locking eyes with the Hunting Party Captain. "Where's Twiggy? I would like to see him."

The black and white wolfos's fur suddenly puffed out, while he drew his lip back, showing the glimmering rows of ivory fangs he had. "Oh, after my brother now, eh?" He blamed, eyes narrowing.

Trey was instantly taken aback by this accusation. "I beg your pardon? 'After Twiggy'? That's the most absurd thing I've heard all day! Why would I attack him? He's my friend!"

"We can't trust creatures like you," Fish interjected, shifting his weight evenly. "Who knows who you'll attack next? Nearly killed me, what'll happen to a younger wolfos if you try the same thing, eh?"

"Rubbish!" The keaton cried, exasperated. "Stop telling yourselves false facts! I just want to talk with Twiggy, not kill him!"

"What's with all the shouting?" An older female voice snapped, causing all three boys to turn their heads, to where a light grey female wolfos was exiting her den.

"I thought I told you boys to keep it down—" She began, but quickly stopped when she saw Trey standing with the two older wolfos. The keaton suddenly wished he could turn invisible under her mixed-emotions gaze as he averted his eyes away from her light blue ones. "Oh! Shadow! Shadow!" She called back into the den softly, keeping a half an eye on Trey the whole time. "Come quick! He's back!"

"Hmm?" The dark grey head of Trey's adopted father poked out of the den, his emerald eyes scanning the Hideaway for whatever his mate was talking about. His eyes widened a little as a relieved smile spread across his face when he saw Trey standing in the middle of the clearing. "Trey!" He called, rushing over to his adopted son.

However, before he could make it to Trey, Blaze beat him to it, with his goody-goody daughter trailing behind him, a smug grin on her face. If there was any other time that Trey wanted to disappear all the more, now would be it. A prolonged silence hung in the air as Shadow caught up with the group, Blaze's dancing ember eyes shifting from Trey, to Shadow, to Fish, and back to Trey. "So, you decide to show your face here, eh?"

Trey was silent, waiting.

"First you severely injure a respectable hunter, and then you run away into the forest, tail between your legs for nearly a day!" His deep voice boomed emphatically, silencing all activity in the Hideaway. "The nerve! Shadow, I thought I told you to punish your son, not let him meander through the woods, enjoying a nice little holiday away from home!" His words snapped at the dark grey wolfos, who stood firm next to his son, although not in a defiant, cocky manner.

"Don't blame him!" Trey interjected, defending his adopted father. "It's not his fault; I was the one who ran away!"

"Do not speak to your superiors like that!" Autumn cut in; a bratty, spoilt tone to her voice. "Give the Alpha more respect when addressing them!"

"That's enough, Autumn." Blaze looked over his shoulder and flicked his tail on her paws, telling her to please be quiet. He turned back to Shadow and his son. "I believe a chastisement is in order, then."

"Yes, I believe it is." The mysterious, cold voice of Blizzard added in. Her voice made nearly all the wolfos who were present at this small meeting jump; no one had heard her arrive. "The question is: what shall it be?" Her deep aqua eyes shimmered briefly for a moment, as if enjoying the thought of punishment for the keaton, but changed to the regular, unemotional gaze she usually carried with her.

"I say we let me rip out his pretty little tails, claw at his ears, and bite his legs!" Fish commented, grinning deviously at Trey the entire time, who just merely glared at the silver wolfos.

"Haven't you ever heard of 'Turn the other cheek'?" The keaton sneered, watching as Fish's eyes narrowed to slits.

"As much as I would enjoy seeing that," Skunk whispered into Fish's ear, "I think that's a bit too radical; we have to go on a basis of ground rules, you know."

Skunk's friend rolled his eyes and "huffed", annoyed. "Yes, but it would be great fun, and it would teach him a thing or two about messing with me."

"Might I suggest the idea of not letting him out of the Hideaway for a couple of days?" Autumn chimed in once more, gaining the attention from the others. "We could assign someone to keep an eye on him at all times, especially when we go out to hunt."

Blaze nodded. "That is not a bad idea."

Blizzard spoke up again. "However, I think his punishment would still lack something." She paused. "How about we lower his food portions? We could give him half of what he normally eats for each meal."

Trey nearly tripped. "How long would this punishment last for? That seems a little cruel and unusual, respectfully speaking, Blizzard."

"I say we starve him!" Fish, of course had to say something like this. Everyone chose to ignore this statement, especially Trey.

"It is a little unusual, Blizzard," Shadow finally spoke up, "If you are going to do it, can we take away a third of his portions, maybe?"

The aqua eyes of the alpha female were still and unmoving. "…So be it." She concluded at last, shifting her gaze from Shadow to Blaze.

"Who shall watch the keaton when we're away, though?" The silver-furred wolfos questioned openly, his eyes never leaving his attacker.

"Would you please stop calling me that, you walnut-brain?" Fish didn't reply, only smirked.

"How about Sandy?" Twiggy's older brother suggested spontaneously, breaking the thin, yet growing, tension between the two animals. "If Sandy were to watch Trey, he'd be less likely to attack her."

"I'm not a bloodthirsty monster, you know." The keaton murmured under his breath, growling softly in his throat. It was at this point that Fish had to lie down, due to the amounts on pressure he was putting on his weakened legs.

The alpha male turned to face the black and white wolfos. "Why Sandy?"

"Well, I figure that Trey wouldn't attack her in any sort of fashion because he's little…infatuated by her."

Trey's face flushed as all eyes turned to him. "Uh—how do you—what…what makes you so sure, huh?"

The grey alpha chuckled with a light "heh". "Excellent observation, Skunk. We shall do just that." Skunk, happy he earned the approval of his leader, grinned. "Sandy!" Blaze called out, spotting the juvenile sand-coloured wolfos walk past. She stopped suddenly, looking at her leader with worried, and maybe slightly confused, mocha eyes gazed back at him. "Please come here," He called again, and without question, the female trotted over to the circle of wolfos.

She bowed her head briefly when she was an official part of the ring. "Yes sir? Is there anything I can do to help you?" She politely inquired, trying her best not to mumble or become overly shy.

The alpha male nodded. "Yes, there is. Would you be able to handle watching Trey for a week on your own? He is not allowed to leave the Hideaway, and must stay inside the entire time; can you do it?"

Sandy glanced over to said Trey, who still had a tiny bit of red in his face from earlier and was grinning a lopsided smile at her, partly because of embarrassment, partly because of worry. The female wolfos turned back to Blaze and nodded. "Yes sir; that would be fine." She issued a small, timid smile. "When does this start?"

"Tomorrow."

-oOoOo-

Sandy lay near the entrance of the Hideaway, pawing at stray flowers with a slight interest. She hummed a tune softly under her breath as Trey lay next to her, revelling in the closeness of Sandy and he and also how the grasses tickled his stomach. Day seven, day seven, day seven… He muttered in his mind, smiling at the thought of freedom after a week of seclusion. Apart from the shrunk down food portions and the fact that he couldn't leave the clearing, he was also not allowed to speak to anybody other than Sandy, his parents, the alphas, and Skunk. He was ready to get out of this place and run around freely again.

There was something else calling him, other than the joy of liberation.

That young Kokiri he met a week ago. All throughout this week of near insanity, he had thought about the child, and how fun it was to be around him, to make him laugh and cheer him up when, in that one occasion, he was sad. Link had also returned the friendly mannerisms mutually, by providing the keaton with a friendship that was not superficial, nor prevented from the boundaries of species difference. The keaton sighed, wanting to go out and play in the forest like a pup, untainted by worries and woes.

"What are you singing?" He asked Sandy, resting his head on his paws with a smile.

The female juvenile stopped her humming and averted her eyes away for a brief moment as a lopsided grin spread on her face. "Oh, um, it's nothing…Just a tune." Came her meek reply.

"You sure? Sounds like something I've heard before, but I can't exactly place my paw on it."

She giggled a little, forcing herself to look at the keaton. "Okay, you got me; it's that old rhyme that our parents used to teach us when we were pups, remember?" Upon seeing Trey's still slightly confused gaze, she added, "The one about the cheeky squirrel and the wise, old owl? It's my favourite."

Remembrance hit Trey. "Oh! That one! Yes, how could I forget?" They both shared a chuckle or two before it went quiet again.

"So, um," Sandy started again, feeling uncomfortable in the stillness. "Are you excited that today is the last day of your punishment?"

Trey sighed happily. "Yes, very happy! I can't wait to feel the many leaves brush against my fur and the sight of so many trees surrounding me. I know it's been only a week, but I miss exploring the woods."

The sand-coloured wolfos couldn't help but sympathize with the keaton. "I'm sorry, Trey…I don't think it's entirely fair to keep anyone cooped up away from the things they love. If I were Blaze, I would've let you go with just three or four days of punishment."

"Thank you Sandy, but it isn't your fault, so you don't have to be sorry for anything." Trey flashed a genuine smile at the girl, who returned it with one of her own.

The meek juvenile begun to hum again, the tune was light-hearted and bouncy, describing the squirrel's leaps and bounds from tree branch to tree branch in search of acorns for the winter months. She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, envisioning the fluffy creature hopping to and fro, wary of predators in the woods and the other squirrels it was competing against for food. Tentatively, Trey scooted closer to Sandy, to the point where their bodies were slightly touching, and slowly, hesitantly, intertwined one of his tails with Sandy's.

Her humming stopped as she felt this, and slowly turned her eyes to Trey, fumbling for the right words to say to him. "Um, Trey…" She began, Trey's chocolate pupils locking on with her light mocha ones. "I…I've heard from around the pack that you…like me."

The keaton nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going.

"It's just that…um, well…The fact is…I don't—I don't think it'll, you know…" She turn away her eyes from Trey's stare, slightly embarrassed at what she was trying to tell him.

Trey frowned. "It won't work, right?"

The female's eyes were apologetic as she stared down at the flowers, her ears lowering in slight shame. "Yes. It—It's not you, Trey, it's just…" She trailed off again, swallowing the lump of timidity in her throat.

"It's because I'm a keaton." He sighed. "I know." He slowly rose from his position on the floor, thinking.

"I'm sorry Trey, really; I am…" She replied, also getting up and facing the keaton. "Species difference, the rivalry between groups, the constant tension between you and the pack…I don't think it would work out entirely." She replied in polite honesty, sighing softly. She then gave him two tiny, friendly licks on one ear, apologizing again.

"I understand." He responded, nodding.

It was at this point that the hunting party returned; Blaze, Blizzard, and Skunk emerging through the vine-covered entrance first. Skunk and Blizzard dragged a chunk of meat in their mouths, one meant for Sandy, one meant for Trey. They approached the two juveniles, and as the two wolfos set down the meat on the ground, Blaze addressed them both. "After you finish your meal, Trey, you may leave the Hideaway." He grimaced slightly as he said this, as if he wanted a more extreme chastisement for the keaton.

Trey's face beamed as he hurriedly stooped to devour the meat he had been waiting oh-so-patiently for. Swallowing some of the last bits and swiping his tongue across his face to lap up any excess juices he might have missed, he hurried to find the alpha male. He found Blaze in his regular spot, by his den, where he was discussing something with Skunk quietly. When they saw him approach, they ceased their discussion and turned their eyes to him.

"Yes?" Blaze inquired, trying his best not to look annoyed.

"I'll be leaving now," Trey started calmly, looking directly into his leader's inferno-like eyes. "I don't think I'll come back for at least two days."

"Two days?" Skunk sprang up on his paws, incredulous. "What on earth will you be doing for two days alone in the woods?"

"I've just spent a week trapped behind these rock walls," He stated very clearly, "I would like to just spend at least two days alone in the wilderness again. It isn't like I'm plotting against the pack, or something of the sort."

Blaze's eyes were slits. "You better not. But, go ahead, I guess. Just make sure you don't stay out for too long; we'll get suspicious."

The keaton nodded. "Yes sir." And with that, he turned tail and bounded across the Hideaway, through the vines, and out into the open.

Freedom never tasted sweeter.

-oOoOo-

This was at the top of his list of things to do once he was free.

He took a final step towards the giant log, peering cautiously into the infinite blackness that it led into. Trey swung his head side-to-side, looking round to see if there were any signs of his blonde friend. None. He gazed back into the log, thinking of what he should do. Link had said that he usually came into the woods today in the morning, but it was already mid-afternoon; maybe he was still at the Village?

Not knowing what else to do, the keaton let out a couple of barks into the hollowness of the log, jumping slightly when he heard them being echoed out into the other side of the Village. He repeated his barkings, then, waited.

After a few minutes, a wisp of a familiar scent reached his nostrils, and he strained his ears to hear the little pitter-patter of tiny feet coming closer to the log. There was something clambering through the dark abyss of the eerie tunnel, and soon, the something appeared out in the light. Blonde hair, blue eyes, green clothes, cheerful smile:

Link.

Trey's tails swept back and forth happily as he stepped forward to meet the Kokiri halfway. Link, too, ran forward to his friend, obviously pleased to see him. "So my ears weren't deceiving me, then!" He called out, kneeling down to Trey's level and hugging his neck, grinning from ear to ear. They parted after a few moments of their reunited greeting. "I thought you had forgotten about me, boy," Link began, looking straight into the nougat eyes of the keaton. "I didn't see you for about a week! In any case, I'm glad you came back! I missed you!"

Trey, a little bit touched by this consideration, licked Link's face quickly, causing him to grin even wider. "I'm happy you missed me too! Oh, I talked to my friend Saria the other day; when I told her about you, she said that you're not a doggie, but a keaton." He beamed, obviously proud of himself for learning something new, "Isn't that interesting? I never knew that keatons looked like you. And I was thinking," He continued, "I need to give you a name; I can't just call you 'keaton' forever, right?"

Trey chuckled at this as he went forth to lick Link's hand.

"Okay, so, um…How about…" He sat down in front the keaton looking at his physical features carefully, the gears in his head cranking. "Three? No, that sounds weird. Um, Fuzzy? Ew, sounds like something a girl would name." He chuckled, which was joined in by Trey. "Uh…I know! Hazel!" He grinned, pleased with the name. "You're eyes are brownish, and they remind me of hazel nuts! Yeah! From now on, I'll call you Hazel, okay?"

The keaton cocked his head to one side, contemplating this. Well, it wasn't Trey, but it was certainly better than 'Fuzzy' or 'Three'. He gave a couple of friendly barks, letting the Kokiri know that he approved.

The blonde smiled, petted his friend on the head, when suddenly an idea popped into his mind. "Hey, instead of playing in the forest today, why don't you come meet everybody in the Kokiri Village? I won't let them hurt you, I promise."

Trey, now called Hazel in Link's presence, gulped as he looked over Link's shoulder into the intimidating depths of the log. Who knew what the Village was like? What were the Kokiri like? Were they as monstrous as the wolfos portrayed them to be, or were they as nice as Link? He shifted his eyes back onto Link's smiling face, and suddenly, a wave of courage splashed through Hazel. If Link was willing to brave the terrifying depth of the unknown wilderness that was the Lost Woods, he could be just as courageous and face his fears.

With a confident grin, Hazel nodded his head, earning an excited beam from his Kokiri friend. They both rose onto their feet, and following Link, slightly nervous, they marched through the abyss of the tunnel; Hazel now preparing himself to meet his phobia dead on.

-oO T.B.C. Oo-

Justin Time: Thank you! That was what I was aiming for; a break. :) The wolfos, among other creatures of the woods, do know about the Hylians and the Kokiri. They don't know the exact names, according to race (hence "Hylian cub" for Kokiri, who are the Children of the Forest) but they know that most of the Hylians do not like wolfos, and wish to kill them, which is why they stay away from them. Trey just knows that Link is a Kokiri because Link told him. (Great penname by the way; reminds me of a product I had to make up once, based off of someone named Justin. The product was Just-in Time for the holiday season! x3)

Jaderill: Link! He's so cute as a kid!...Not that he looked bad as an adult though; he looked pretty hot….! –swoon- x3 Sorry again for the delay…