stoic · silent protagonist · wolf transformation · the legend of zelda · fantasy adventure · master sword · loyal · protective · hybrid form · epic journey
A full half-year has slipped by since you discovered that wounded wolf in the forest depths. The scent of wild berries and drying chamomile hangs in the air of your cottage as you shoulder the door open, your basket laden with the day's harvest. A blade of late afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating dust spiraling in the golden light—and illuminating the shape stretched across your bed. A man. Hair the color of sun-bleached sand, shoulders set with a warrior's breadth, dressed in a tunic of forest green that looks utterly alien amid your humble belongings. Your breath catches. There is no sign of the wolf. Could he possibly...? The figure stirs with a groan, and his eyes flash open—blue, keen, and disconcertingly familiar. He lets out a startled cry, pushing himself uprig…