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A few years after the twilight that blanketed Hyrule finally receded, Link disappeared one day.

No one had really thought much of it at first. The young hero sometimes rode away to visit the castle or check in on his friends and allies in Kakariko or Zora's Domain, and everyone knew he could take care of himself. Even the fact that he hadn't taken Epona this time didn't worry them too much.

But as days passed into weeks without any sign of reappearance, mutters grew around Ordon, wondering if Link had met the inevitable end that waited for those who lived by the sword. They were careful not to mention a thing around Ilia, whom the young man had begun courting before his disappearance.

They needn't have bothered. She heard the whispers anyway.

As weeks became months and there was no sign of Link's return, no word from the castle or the Zora or anyone else that they knew what had befallen him, Ilia never stopped making the daily journey to the house at the edge of the village. She would feed Epona, dust the interior, sometimes thatch part of the roof that had fallen into disrepair. Every day she walked with her head held high, hoping to finally see that warm smile and flash of green, and was disappointed. She knew the way people talked about her--how she needed to move on, to let go.

But Link had rescued her from monsters, had even brought her memory back. She couldn't abandon him so casually.

She couldn't.

One night she was kept awake by her heartache, so she decided to wander under the stars. They spooled across the sky like pearls on a seabed, bathing her with their brilliance. She hadn't really meant for any particular destination; she was simply content to wander. Yet inevitably, the young woman found herself making her way to the house at the edge of town.

Except this time, there was activity.

Scarcely daring to believe, Ilia raced ahead, only to stop dead. That was no man, barely visible in the pearly light of the moon and stars. It was a dog--no, a wolf. A wolf had come to town.

Yet something was unusual. Epona should have been terrified around such a predator, but the horse was nickering and swishing her tail easily. The wolf panted and yipped, almost like they were... conversing. Like they were friends.

Ilia was no fool. She knew there was magic in the world. Hadn't her past adventure proven enough of that? She peered closer, hoping to catch what was at play.

A branch snapped, and the wolf's head snapped to look at her. She locked eyes with it, was stunned by their color--a vivid, inviting blue; like azurite. Like the sea.

Like Link's.

Their gazes couldn't have held for more than a few seconds but it felt like an eternity, and then the wolf loped away into the darkness. Ilia felt strangely unafraid. She knew intrinsically the creature meant her no harm.

"Epona, girl," she said, approaching the mare and gently stroking her muzzle. "What--who--was that? That blue-eyed beast..."

The horse shook her head and fixed Ilia with a look of gentle sadness, and not for the first time, the girl found herself wishing that beasts could talk, just a bit.

Life continued in the village, and Ilia never abated her daily task. She kept an eye out for the wolf, but she did not see it--yet she almost thought she sensed its presence. A shadow lurking in the trees, out of the corner of her eyes... yet not feeling like a predator, but a sentinel. A protector.

Eventually, she worked up the courage to ask the others about it.

"Yeah, I saw that beast!" young Talo told her, waving a stick for emphasis. "The wolf! I was doing the rounds past the village, 'cuz Link's not here to--I, I m-mean--"

"It's alright, Talo," Ilia said with a sigh. "Really. But you know--you shouldn't go out alone!"

He kicked at the dirt. "I know. There were monsters there, and one of them tried to get me... but then that wolf lunged at it, and had it down like that! I thought it would go after me next, but it just disappeared into the trees..."

She'd nodded and asked around some more.

"Yes, I saw the beast--a few years back, during the twilight crisis," Rusl told her. "Back when I was scoping out the forbidden part of the forest... the wolf was there. It was unaggressive, yet obviously fierce, and more intelligent than you would expect of such a creature." The smith shrugged. "I never expected to see it again. You know, Ilia, I haven't told many of the others, but as I've ranged out into the forest, I've found evidence that something has been keeping the monsters at bay. The crisis might be over, but there will always be monsters... at first we could rely on Link to drive them off, but, well." He glanced at her apologetically. "It seems this noble beast has chosen to safeguard us in his stead."

"I see," she replied. That night, she laid wide awake, wondering... wondering.

The beast had a rapport with Epona. It was protecting the village. Rusl had seen it during the twilight crisis.

...and those eyes...

"No," she whispered to herself. "It can't be."

But she couldn't get the idea out of her head.

---

Weeks marched on and Ilia increasingly found she could spot the wolf with practice. A flash of grey-green fur at dusk, footprints in the riverbank... by now the whole town was aware they had a new protector, and everyone knew to leave the wolf alone.

Everyone except Ilia.

Fruitlessly, she chased after it when she saw it, pleaded for it to come back. She had to know. She was growing increasingly certain. Sometimes, at night, she spent time with Epona, for she had continued to see the wolf with the mare. But though the horse looked at her with sympathy, the noble animal never appeared when she was there.

Finally, Ilia decided to take matters into her own hands.

She slipped out of the village at dusk, scarcely believing what she was doing. Nobody looked twice as she left; they thought she was simply visiting Link's abode again. Epona nickered in alarm as Ilia strode past her into the untamed forest, but the horse's cries went unheeded. Soon, Ilia was alone in the Ordon Woods.

Calls and noises sounded around her. She swallowed dryly. The woods were not nearly as bad as they had been during the crisis, but they could still be a dangerous place, especially at night. But then, that's what she was counting on.

I have to know if it's him.

She raced through the forest, cogent of the failing light, of things stirring in the shadows. Eventually, a collective of scuttling creatures emerged--Skulltulas. Ilia screamed for help and backed away. The creatures drew closer. And closer.

And even closer_.

Oh, spirits, I miscalculated. He can't be everywhere at once._

Certain she was about to die, the young woman picked a branch and swung it. The dog-sized spider took the blow and hissed. It darted sideways and lunged at her, and at that exact moment, a furred shape blasted out of the growth, ripping into the creatures with ferocity and fury that Ilia could have never thought possible. Moments later, it was over as soon as it began.

And he was there in front of her. The wolf.

Seeing him clearly for the first time since that night, having him close and with the fading light of sunset illuminating him, Ilia's breath left her. The animal was... beautiful, in a word. Tall and proud and muscular, with a hale muzzle girded with fur the color of frost, the color likewise showing on his belly and paws. The rest of him was a rich, earthy grey-green that reminded her of the promise of the forest. A splash of colored fur atop his brow formed a crest.

The eyes were as she remembered. Vivid, blue, piercing, intelligent. These were no beast's eyes.

They were his.

The wolf turned to run away, but Ilia called out:

"Link! Please, wait!"

And he stopped.

By the spirits, the wolf stopped.

She raised her hands to her mouth. The wolf slowly turned around. Was it just her imagination that she was reading emotion on that face? Something like regret--or shame?

Scarcely able to breathe, Ilia took a step forward--and then another. Before long she was next to him.

Kneeling, she tentatively reached her hand through his fur. It was... it was firm, not soft like a tame dog's, but not coarse either. Warm and strangely comforting. She threaded her fingers through it, marveling at his warmth. He looked up at her. This close, his eyes were even more striking. But that was not all she'd noticed.

Glinting in the fading sun was a tiny ring of iron clipped through the creature's ear. Ilia reached for it with trembling fingers. It was a crude thing; a simple circle, nothing more. And she knew it well.

"I_... made_ this," she said, her voice tentative. "When we were children. And you've worn it ever since. You're still wearing it." Her voice was about to break with emotion. "You're... you're here. You're alive." And breaking into sobs, she buried her face in his fur, weeping--but not for despair. Some might feel shattered their loved one was cursed into a new form, but after so long grappling with the specter of his disappearance, of everyone in town walking on eggshells, of the uncertainty of not knowing, Ilia didn't care. He was here. He was okay.

And she still loved him.

"I'm so... so h-happy," she sobbed into his fur, holding him tight. "I thought y-you--I'd feared that--oh, Link--" She tightened her grip in his fur. "Don't leave me again," she whispered. "I don't care what shape you wear. Please, Link, don't leave."

The great wolf tensed, as if shocked--and then relaxed. He leaned his head into her, the warm fur of his forehead touching hers. And somehow, Ilia knew everything was going to be okay.

---

Rusl and Ulli were the only ones she told to start. Rusl was well-traveled and had seen things of magic, and Ulli was wise; she'd been like a second mother to Ilia. The two of them had initially acted shocked, but after a moment Rusl had knelt and reached a tentative hand towards Link.

"So that's... really you in there, isn't it, friend," he said. The wolf had nosed at his friend's hand and fixed his gaze at him... and Rusl had smiled. "I can see now. Your eyes... you're right, Ilia, there's no doubt." He rose. "I admit, I had certain suspicions myself. I thought I was half-mad for even dreaming of them, but it seems I wasn't mad enough." He turned his attention to Link. "I'll reach out to Shad and the others. He's a learned man... if anyone knows why you're trapped in that form, it'll be him."

"Not trapped," Ilia insisted firmly. That sort of thinking was why he had hidden himself in the first place. "He's still Link. He's still the brave soul we know."

Ulli smiled at Ilia as Link looked up at her, and she could read gratitude and affection in those blue eyes.

"Come on," Ilia said. "I'll take you home. I'm sure you've noticed I've been keeping it up. Rusl and Ulli can help us tell the others tomorrow."

"You can count on me," Rusl said. "The town already considers you our protector. To learn it was the same as our old one... after everything we've undergone, it won't be that hard a sell."

Ilia nodded in thanks and then, with Link at her heels, she crossed the darkened village paths to the house still standing at the edge. Epona pawed the ground with one hoof as they passed, whinnying satisfyingly. Ilia smiled and reached out to pet her. "Good girl," she said. "Looking out for both of us, weren't you?"

Inside Link's home, Ilia sat on a small couch, and patted the space next to her. The wolf hesitated for a moment--and then jumped up with her.

"We'll figure this out," Ilia said. "Together. I love you, Link. I still do. I never stopped."

With a low, happy whine, Link rested his head and forepaws in her lap, and Ilia slowly stroked his fur. The two of them were content like that, to live in companionable silence, just mutually enjoying one another's presence and warmth--but eventually, Ilia had to bop Link on the nose.

"I should be angrier at you," she chided him. "Hiding yourself like that. What were we to think? The whole town was upset. I was... I was heartbroken," she said, voice low. Link dipped his head low against hers, an act of apology. "I wouldn't have cared," she said. "You're still you, Link. Truly. And even if--even if you never go back to your old self, I won't care. I love you."

He gazed at her and chuffed in what might have been skepticism--so she decided to show him.

The night was quiet around them, the village sleeping, so Ilia felt daredevil. She grabbed her canine paramour by the fur on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.

It was sloppy and unpracticed. She'd never exactly kissed a wolf before, and Link was more shocked than anything. But the touch of her lips to him, feeling the fur brush against her--knowing that she was kissing a _lover--_made Ilia feel electric.

She broke apart and Link looked shocked--and apprehensive.

"I really don't care," she repeated, her voice a whisper. She was still elated at his return, at finally knowing that he was alright. She wanted to celebrate.

"For a while, I wondered... if I'd missed the opportunity to share my body with the one I love." Shooing him off the couch, she reached up for her blouse, fingers trembling with anticipation and excitement. It was a simple garment, easy to take off. Her trousers, too.

Before long, she was naked and offering herself to the noble beast before her. "I won't," she said, "make that mistake again." She reclined on the couch, feeling her cheeks burn with anticipation. "Please, Link."

The great wolf hesitated for a moment--and then seemed to give in. Link hopped nimbly back onto the couch, this time his furry body atop her. Ilia gazed up at him with adoration. Even in this form, he was rugged and handsome, and she had to admit, there was a certain... wildness to what she was about to do that was appealingly exotic.

But inevitably, she fixed on his eyes. "They're the loveliest thing I've ever seen," she told him. "They don't lie. They're the same no matter what shape you're in..." And she reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, and Link sunk in with an appreciative growl.

This time, they were both ready. A hot, broad canine tongue pushed into Ilia's mouth, and she moaned as it probed her, stroking the roof of her mouth and tickling the back of her throat. She gulped around it, sucking gently, and Link whined with appreciation.

As the two of them made out, Ilia reached her hands across his body, coursing through his fur again. But unlike before, where she'd been wondering and exploratory, here she was decidedly more lascivious in approach. Her fingernails dragged down his flesh; the warm fur caressed her hands. She stroked his head before moving onto his back, never stopping in one place, delighting in the rumble of his breath beneath her touch. Eventually, she tugged him closer, the two of them pressing tight against each other. His fur and body heat were a shield against the cool night, and she moaned around the tongue still in her mouth as parts of his fur tickled her smooth mound.

Before long, there was a certain pressure that Ilia could feel growing against her stomach, a firm hardness. She had no doubt what it was. Taking one of her hands, she teasingly trailed it down her lupine lover's side to his undercarriage, finally finding that canine cock and giving it a firm squeeze.

Link broke their kiss, panting desperately; for a moment a glistening trail connected their mouths before breaking off.

"Yes," Ilia said, her own voice breathy. "Yes, yes. You want it, Link." She gave him another squeeze and his whole body tensed. Maneuvering herself, she positioned her loins right alongside his cock, her wet hole hungrily waiting for it. In her new position, she could get a good look at it; his cock was red and thick, absolutely enticing.

"Rut me," Ilia told him. "My beautiful blue-eyed beast."

And he obeyed.

His canine member surged into her and she arched her back, barely managing to stifle her cry. Oh gods, it was so incredible... the sharp bite of penetration quickly shifting into a commanding, thunderous peal of pleasure that threatened to consume everything she was. For a moment, Ilia forgot that a world beyond wolf cock even existed, so fully was she filled; she could only grapple with the totality of how thoroughly she was being spread.

Link nosed at her in worry, leading her out of her stupor. "I'm okay," she muttered, deliriously happy. "It's just... a lot... but it's so, so good, Link." She wrapped her arms around his fur and pulled him in tighter. "Don't hold back. Please."

Chuffing in affirmation, Link hitched his hips back and swung in again, penetrating her even farther. Ilia's voice broke into a wordless, drifting moan, floating along with absolute bliss. Link locked eyes with her, the keen intelligence and warm kindness behind them making the whole scenario even more wonderful. He kept up his pace, slamming home again and again, each push going deeper and deeper into her until the tip of his canine member was knocking on the door to her womb. Every drag, every thrust, every push sent absolute bliss radiating out of her loins to unfurl through the rest of her, filling her from the tips of her fingers to the dip of her navel. Before long, she was dancing on the edge of orgasm.

"L-Link," she gasped out, voice wavering. "I--I'm g-gonna--" She broke off wordlessly as she came, her tunnel fluttering and clenching around the cock in her, and that proved enough for Link.

Hilting in her, his voice rumbling in a triumphant howl, Link's cock tensed, tensed again--and then, still coasting on her orgasm, Ilia was pushed to even greater heights as she was made suddenly and keenly aware of the thing her lover's new form boasted.

A knot.

It swelled up in her, spreading her farther than she would have thought possible, shouldering into her with a cavalcade of pleasure--and then Link's cock tensed again and cum jetted right into her, splashing into her womb and leaving her feeling warm and filled and sleepy. She leaned back, blissfully tired, and he curled up against her, paws draped protectively over her slight body. His knot was still in her, tying the two of them together. It felt... poetic, almost. That they would be inseparable like this.

She lazily lifted a hand to stroke his ears. "Love you," she murmured.

He chuffed back warmly, and that was all the response she needed.

---

No one in the kingdom knew what had happened to Link or why, and even as it seemed increasingly likely he would spend the rest of his days as a wolf, life in Ordon Village moved on. The villagers slowly grew accustomed to the fact that their old friend and protector was now quadrupedal, furred, tailed; but they accepted it quickly enough. Ilia moved into Link's home. There was no ceremony, but she considered herself as good as married.

After all, she was carrying his puppies.

The orange dusk falling on the village washed everything in wan light, but Ilia hummed to herself as she worked. She rose ponderously from the stream where she'd been washing her clothes.

Her blouse, simple and white and loose-flowing, stretched over her bountiful belly, and though she had tried to go gentle to avoid disturbing them, her activity had spurred the pups to action. She grunted as she felt them squirm within, tumbling and trying within her womb.

"So excitable," she murmured to them, stroking her roundness with one errant hand. "Be patient, little ones. Your time is almost here." She slowly wandered back to her home, smiling and waving at passers-by. Of course, the town had to have known what was happening when she moved in with Link--but when she'd started to round out, they'd stared nonetheless. There was still the occasional spate of gossip.

Ilia didn't mind. She didn't need them. She had him.

He was waiting for her outside their home, panting, tail wagging. He trotted up to her, nosing at her tummy, licking it once inquisitively.

"They'll come when they're ready," Ilia teased, swatting him good-naturedly. "Keep calm, you." She put away the wash, humming as she did so, occasionally gasping as the pups within acted up. After she was finished, she waddled her way over to the couch and reclined.

"Come on," she said. "Just because I have some babies in me doesn't mean I don't have needs."

Link didn't need more encouragement than that. And as Ilia happily felt him thrust into her again, round with wolfish offspring, she found herself noting that even if Link never returned to normal, she didn't mind at all.

She was perfectly happy as-is.