Hey, I'm starting on a new Fan Fic (first one I've put on tis site ;) I hope you like it, I don't own the charaters from the Zelda games, but Nintendo does, please don't sure me! All of the other characters (wolves and such) ARE mine :P Please don't use them or I shall poke you with a carrot!

It was a dark night, a cold night…the storm clouds overhead murmured ominously as the adolescent Link plodded forward along the Hyrulian field. His hair the usual shade of dirty blonde, a little longer then usual and perhaps a tad scruffier as well, some of his hair was concealed under a lopsided bush-green cap that hung slightly past his shoulders. His cerulean eyes looked from side to side as if searching for somewhere to collapse - to rest. He sighed deeply, rather exhausted and overcome by Ganondorf's forces…there were still some of his supporters lurking around these day, long after his supposed 'defeat', it was things like these that made him suspect that the so-called 'Desert Man' was still alive…in hiding, waiting for the perfect time to attack.

Red, sticky blood – that's what covered his clothing, wounds that would have to be healed, that's why he was heading home, to the Kokiri Forest where hopefully there would be healers awaiting his return. It seemed like months since he had last visited…

Link kept on travelling…walking in an endless line. He soon came to a large clearing, "Good enough" he thought, there was no chance of reaching the forest tonight, it was well after midnight and it would still be an hour by foot for him to travel, he knew he couldn't make it.

A rustle in the bushes…Link turned around, pivoting on the balls of his feet, sensing danger in its approach, more silent then the wind a blur of black fur raced forward, tackling Link from behind, the Kokiri Warrior let out a yell and reached down to his sides for his shield and sword, but the creature – a wolf, had pinned down his limbs, claws digging into him as if attempting to cut his circulation, it's teeth went for his throat…

Oh woe…if only he hadn't been so exhausted, perhaps he could've avoided the clutch of the canine…but his weariness had overcome him, he was beginning to loose concentration. He could feel the teeth brushing up against his skin, trying to puncture. Was this really going to be the way it all ended? The destruction of the Hero of Time?

As suddenly as the wolf had tackled him it had been thrown off, what or why it happened Link did not know, his vision was distorted from his fatigue, he stood and unsheathed his sword, rubbing his head in dizziness as another blur of fur whizzed past him – this time he took no chances, he struck the wolf in the side…hard, the master sword passed straight though it's body, it gave a yelp and fell to the ground.

The wolf looked up at him, its russet eyes growing hazy, it just sat there…strange…it did not fight back. Link pulled his sword out and noticed that this wolf was in fact white…not black like the vague impression he had recognised from earlier, he stood, cleaning the blood off of his blade with his Kokiri tunic and looked around for any sign of the other wolf.

Link found it, a pathetic shadowy lump dead beside a tree, shredded by bite marks, he then glanced back to the other wolf who whimpered slightly in pain…this wolf had saved his life…why?