Drifting in the infinite space between wakefulness and sleep the dark girl lay just inside the shallow den she called her own as the dying light of the day’s sun turned the world various hues of orange and pink. Everything seems peaceful as the world lingers on the edge of winter, a chill creeping into the air as her mind grasped for pleasant memories. Suddenly, however, everything seemed to shift. White eyebrows furrowed together, a low whine escaping unbidden from her white-patched chest even as her paws twitched subconsciously as if trying to pull her from slumbers’ grasp. There was no telling how long she lingered in that state, reaching for the surface of her dreams but unable to reach it until suddenly she jerked forward with a bark of surprise that faded into panting as her sides heaved as if she had just run a great distance.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, every bad dream and lonely night she had felt since the loss of so much of her family ricocheting around her head until she felt the pull once more. “Singe.” His name fell in a cloud of breath from her dark lips, filling her with both excitement and dread as she could feel his pain. Pain so real she had to look at her own side to be sure there was no blood before the call of her soul had her on her feet and moving through the woods. She picked up speed as she went, moving around the trees and roots of the forest with practiced grace until her white paws beat against the soft earth. She was a dark ghost, the stars shining off her back reflecting their patters, the world around her so calm despite the terror that raged inside of her. She could not stand to lose someone else.

As she neared him his desperation and agony nearly consumed her, her long legs stumbling more than once though it didn’t slow her, nothing would stop her from reaching him now. Something clicks in the back of her mind that he will need a healer whose talents she did not possess and as she catches a glimpse of his silver-black form through the tress she lets out an eerie howl, her tone both pleading and frantic, for Zelda to come and save him… to save her.

She crashes through the last of the trees that separate them, desperate to touch him yet she stops herself at the sight of his torn side and how he favored his leg; tackling him to the ground wouldn’t help the situation at all. And so, she pulls herself back, a low whine echoing between them as she approached locking onto his fiery eyes. Not caring about his personal space or how he might react she buries her nose briefly in his scruff, shuddering in relief as she exhales to know that he is here, that he is still alive. Too long she lingers despite the seriousness of the situation before finally pulling her head back to nose gently at his injuries. “What happened?” He isn’t one for many words she knows, but she needs to hear his voice now.