Perhaps she was still too naive, or to trusting, probably a combination of both to the eye of those outside of her own mind. However, Zelda had yet to be betrayed or hurt by anyone she let in, well, almost everyone. Hyrule of course had hurt her, but it wasn’t purposeful, but it was that that kept her shields up when it came to any matter related to anyone close to her again. Lazarus, thus far he was the one that might have first broke that shield she had erected around herself, though it wasn’t because she loved her imprint, certainly not in the same way she had loved the white and silver brute that was Hyrule. They were bonded, both were broken and perhaps she never realized herself how sheltered she had kept herself, how much she constantly leaned on the creed that her family lived by.

Yes, she knew she was from two very prominent family’s of Moladion. Iblis, he was known as the desert knight for a reason, a wolf with strong morals, but he also had a code to destroy all those that sought to harm others, especially the cannibals and demons. Her other grandfather, Coszcotl was very much the same, Zelda perhaps was the ideal recipe for one to uphold her beliefs to her very last breath, for her other grandfather was much the same as Iblis, only even cannibals didn’t deserve to die. They were bad, but her grandfather never could bring himself to kill anyone, barely even harm them unless it meant the safety of another. It didn’t include him either. He would allow himself to be destroyed if it meant not killing someone, she knew that, she heard his stories of his old land, what he had been through, she couldn’t imagine a place with endless war, but she was afraid soon she would get to see it with her own teal eyes.


The world had been in some trouble since the night beasts came, perhaps they were the precursor to all this. Zelda was always a cornucopia of thoughts and feelings, but generally they helped her, even if it was a bit stress inducing. They brought her reason, and most importantly empathy, and it was that that caused her to move faster over the borders of her lands, the scent of blood after all tainted her quiet forest, and it wasn’t that of prey, it was that of wolf kind. The scent it surrounded was completely unfamiliar to her, perhaps she would have been better to let her trusty four guards handle it. They were capable of about anything as a unit, but she had her own duties, and she made it quite clear once to the leader of them that she wasn’t about to sit idle and let others do her work for her all the time.

Soon her eyes met with that of the very tall stranger, she could see the red mixed with the white of his pelt and part of her mind jumped to the day when Hyrule had come to her all in a hurry, covered in the blood of a stranger he had killed to protect his family. It covered his front and side, also bringing to mind how Alexander looked after his own clash with the black night beast of a bear that had come into their lands. They were large, but not as large as a bear, but part of her wondered if he too had encountered one of the creatures of the night.

”You’re hurt, please, if you can hurry this way.” she started in lieu of a greeting, again perhaps that trusting side of her went too deep, he could have been anyone, but that trusting side also went out to those same four guards, her cousins, uncles and even grandfather. In Taviora she felt, insurmountably safe. For no one so long as they were tucked within the grand shield that was Taviora ever seemed to be killed within its walls. Tobias, twice, had tried, only to be fended off by the pack that protected those around them, there were injuries, but never any loss, and perhaps that too jaded Zelda.

”What’s your name? What happened? We won’t be going too far in, my mother’s cave is on this side of the pack and I know she has things to treat you.” Her eyes set on his bright icy blue, wide with worry even though she never met the male in her life. Zelda’s mother Zeltzin, might even been there herself, surely he would be in better care of her paws than Zelda’s, but Zelda from a young age was brought up to heal like her mother, never did her family anticipate that it would be her to rule and not the younger cousins. Here she was now though, and perhaps to make it worse she was fussing over a complete stranger. To her though, all wolves of Moladion deserved protecting that included him.