Entry #12:

Keep your dragon well-fed. A hungry dragon is a grumpy dragon.

Note to self: Time is forbidden to make 'Hi, Hungry. I'm Link.' jokes or anything similar around a hungry Wild. Dragons have very sharp teeth. We do not want any more victims like Warriors' hair.

Nah. We need an exception with the Captain. Someone has to knock him down a peg once in a while.

I know that is you, Veteran!

Another note to self: Keep this away from Legend and Warriors. These notes are NOT meant for conversations.

Twilight was starting to get dizzy watching his protégé prowl the cave entrance. He tried to ignore him for the past ten minutes, but it was difficult with the dragon making pitiful noises. Wild's ears drooped as he looked at the rain and curled at one side. He whined and tucked his tail against his body.

"Cub."

Gloomy blue eyes flicked at him. The younger werewolf sat beside him and reached to pat him. However, the other hero inched away, not in the mood for physical contact.

"How long will it last us?"

An indistinct grumble was his answer. The Rancher inhaled and swept his eyes over the other heroes. Nine. They had nine people with different appetites to feed, but they were about to run out of food. The last civilization they stumbled upon was nearly three weeks ago, and now, they were stuck in Hyrule's era indefinitely.

The heroes did an inventory check two days ago for their food stock. Everyone else had nothing to show, and if the Champion's inventory was nearly empty, it only meant things were that bad. They would have to ration their meals and deal with their cook's foul mood until they got more supplies. Goddesses knew how much the Hero of the Wild hated having little food. It went with him having the biggest appetite and being the survivalist of their odd group.

"Wild," The Ordonian tried again, and the other hero growled low. No touching! The former sighed and relented. "Fine. Just answer the question."

"Three days." The dragon mumbled. "I'm hungry."

"Don't move too much." His mentor said. "Conserve your energy until we get more supplies."

The Hero of the Wild huffed and turned his back towards him. The latter hoped he would not go into hibernation - the first time that happened scared the shit out of him. They were trapped in Hebra Mountains during days of blizzards, and Wild was running dangerously low on energy.

The younger werewolf thought his protégé had frozen and starved to death had he not heard the other man's heart still beating. He had to drag the Champion down to the nearest house he remembered and wait until the latter woke up more than a week later to gorge himself with a record amount of food. Since then, he hunted twice as much as before to ensure the scarred hero had enough energy to get going.

Sky sidled next to the Hero of Twilight and peered at the dragon. "Is he okay?"

"He'll be fine." The Rancher assured him. "Just don't rile him up. He needs to stay put until we get more food. Otherwise, he'll tire himself out and hibernate."

The harpy's crest puffed out slightly. "Hibernate? You mean like sleep for a long time?"

"Yeah." The Ordonian confirmed. He waved his hand dismissively. "He doesn't gain weight even though he eats a lot. Might have to do with his true form. Dragons are massive, and I think they eat their size."

"You tell me." The Chosen Hero shook his head, remembering the first time he witnessed Wild demolished plates upon plates of food during the group's first meal together. The younger werewolf was the only one unperturbed by the scene, considering he had known the Champion longer than any of them.

The said hero rolled to the other side and looked pitifully at his mentor. "Twi…I'm hungry."

"Patience, Cub."

The Hero of the Wild groaned. That was not the answer he wanted. He needed food - rationed meals were not enough for him. He lifted his head slightly and shouted at the top of his lungs. "TIMEEEE!"

The younger werewolf winced. No! They were NOT doing this! He was about to scold the other hero when the other werewolf looked up from where he was polishing his broadsword. The latter looked unfazed, considering he was used to handling heroes who acted like children.

"What is it, Cub?"

"I'm hungry!"

Oh, Ordona! Help him! Twilight wanted to bury himself in the ground. The others were looking their way now with varying curiosity and amusement. The Hero of Time remained calm, even as he sheathed his weapon and set aside his polishing items.

"Is that so?" The Old Man smiled. It was just not any curl of the lips - it was one that promised a moment of hell. "Hi, Hungry. I'm Link. Nice to meet you."

A beat of silence, followed by groans from the heroes. The Rancher cast his ancestor a sour look while the other grinned, pleased with their reactions. It would be the end of it were it not for a furious growl from beside him.

"I'm gonna kill him."

The Ordonian failed to react when a white blur launched at the elder werewolf. There was an unholy scream - not Time's - and a bloodthirsty dragon murdering someone's hair. The Old Man managed to dodge but betrayed the hero nearest to him. It was the wrong target, but at least they got magic and potions to restore chewed-up blond locks.