Entry #10:
Hatchlings and juvenile dragons are very active and energetic creatures. Let your dragon out for a romp often if you do not want them bouncing on the walls.
Twilight recognized the telltale signs before others could. The incessant tapping of clawed fingers, bouncing of the knees, thumping of the tail, and constant shift in the gaze - he knew what those all meant. They had not traveled far enough today because of the heavy downpour throughout the morning and early afternoon. So, before he got trouble on his hands, he shifted into his wolf form and barked at his protégé.
The rest of their companions were confused, but the Rancher ignored them. Slitted eyes honed on him and dilated slightly. He dropped his forepaws on the ground and lifted his rear. His tail wagged as he barked again, inviting the other hero to play.
…Then, they were off. The younger werewolf bounded into the forest before Time could ask. The wind whistled past his ears, but he could clearly hear footsteps behind him. The woodland blurred around them as they ran, weaved between trees, and jumped over rocks and fallen logs. The Ordonian led, guiding his enthusiastic protégé to areas they had covered before. They passed a wide clearing with a small lake a day ago, where he decided to head.
The Hero of Twilight broke out to their destination first. He only managed a few seconds of a breather when a body slammed into him. He growled and playfully bit at the dragon, who rumbled back. They rolled and wrestled on the grass, swiping and nipping at each other as they tried to overpower the other.
Ultimately, the younger werewolf pinned the Champion by the torso and started licking the dirt and leaves off him. Wild hissed and yowled as he struggled away from his mentor's cleaning session. The latter let go with a huff, and the dragon scurried away from his reach and jumped into the lake. His protégé glared at him above the water's surface before diving into the depths.
Twilight changed back to human and approached the lake. He sat cross-legged by the edge and silently waited for the other hero to breach. It took about twenty minutes - a new record - when the Hero of the Wild swam to the ground with an armful of fish. The Rancher welcomed him with a smile, reaching to scratch him between the horns.
"Good job." The Hero of Twilight praised, and the dragon purred. The latter stuffed his catch into his Sheikah Slate and shook himself off. "Had enough?"
The Champion's eyes were dilated in satisfaction as he nodded. He switched to a different gear, stretched his limbs, and gave a toothy yawn. The Ordonian shifted back and let the dragon climb on his back for a quick nap as they returned to camp.