This is a series of one-shots that are not arranged in chronological order. Why? Don't worry about it. Read this thoroughly, and DON'T get this accidentally caught on fire. I can't promise I can make another one. I'm not the Smith.

- From a certain Rancher.

Entry #1:

Dragons are solitary creatures. Hybrids can be different. Depending on their other half, they can be social with other people and creatures.

Twilight's ears perked up when his protégé stopped abruptly. He sniffed his hand and circled him, worried he had regained another memory. Wild's jaw was set, and he was staring at the entrance of Hateno Village with such intensity. His eyes did not have that unfocused sheen, ruling out the memory thing, but he seemed bothered about something. Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction.

The confused werewolf barked at him and scrambled after him on four legs. They trekked down the trail for an hour until the dragon stopped by a cliff and sat down. The Rancher padded beside him, but the other hero shook his head and signed. Want to be alone.

The Hero of Twilight blinked at him and nudged at his side. He did not have to say anything - the scarred hero could tell his thoughts. Alone. The Champion signed again on his crossed leg. Please.

There was no explanation, just two words from the oddly pensive hero. Twilight huffed in annoyance but decided to respect that request. The dragon gave him a pat on the head before turning away to watch the horizon. The latter reluctantly walked away and settled at a reasonable distance - away from the Champion's sight but close enough to jump in case of an attack. They stayed like that until dinnertime. The Rancher remembered that night as the first time the other hero cooked pumpkin stew.

There were times like that when the Hero of the Wild wanted to be alone. The werewolf had asked a few times, but the other hero's mysterious smile was the only answer he got. He had gotten used to it - letting the Champion be and guarding at a distance.

Then, there were times when the dragon was the life of the party. He would be interacting with almost anyone he came across. Sometimes, he would be glued to someone's side and not be bothered to separate. The latter was often with him, Flora, or one of their resident fae. Wild would sit beside him without a word, or Twilight would wake up a few times with the hero curled to his side after either watch. The latter would run his hands through the Champion's hair and listen to the relaxed purrs vibrating from his protégé. They would stay like that, watching the campfires or listening to the others talk. The companionship was a comfort - something more precious than any gem.

"Hey, Twi."

The werewolf was thinking of his home era until the other man spoke up. He looked down at the dragon resting his head on his lap, and bright blue eyes stared back at him. "Yeah?"

"Want some pumpkin stew tonight?"

A fond smile cracked on the Rancher's face. "Sure."