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“Hey Wolfie!”
The Hero of Twilight who had been suddenly whisked away from his home, and from what he has deduced, from his time, and appeared in this new Hyrule stuck in his wolf form, perked up at the familiar voice. Lo and behold, the new Link, the hero of wild, was standing in front of him, a smile on his face and carrying a…
What the?
He was carrying a cucco over his head, a bird the hero of twilight never had any positive thoughts about except for how dim-witted they are, the exception being the cucco leader in the hidden village. He gave a small snort and (hopefully) an incredulous look at the hero of wild as if to tell him how stupid it looked carrying the cucco.
The hero of wild seemed to be unphased by his look, as he just smiles his goofy grin at the wolf. “Wanna see something interesting? I promise you will go...cucco when you witness this!”
This time the hero of twilight gave the new hero a deadpanned look, as he cannot imagine anything interesting happening that involves cuccos besides making the one carrying them look ridiculous and leaving a lot of loose feathers behind. Sure he was impressed by the fact they could carry any being and glide down gently without any sign of them failing, but that feeling was neutralized by hearing any conversations he had with them when he was a wolf, something that could eat them. One cucco told them they were lucky with their soft coat, and another told them that they like his blue eyes. (He was weirded out by that one and vowed to avoid speaking with cuccos as much as possible). What could they possibly do to surprise him?
The hero of twilight started to turn his head away before he saw the look in the hero of wild’s eyes; they were sparkling and wide, as if he was trying to pull puppy doll eyes on him! Sighing and deciding to humor the Link, the hero of twilight nodded his head once and started following him, setting out of Kakariko village and heading toward the nearby horse stable. The hero of wild looked rather ridiculous carrying the flapping bird, and he was starting to get annoyed with the constant clucking and crowing.
They eventually reached the plains before he smelled an unwelcoming scent: the mixture of smoke, paper, and bananas. The Yiga! he thought and started to give a low growl toward the sniffling traveler. However, he stopped when he saw a hand in front of him. He stared at the owner of the hand rather incredulously, silently asking him why he was stopping him. They both knew how the Yiga usually stopped the hero- by pretending to look helpless at first before attacking, and crying at the side of the trail was the most obvious ambush that was done numerous times. The hero of wild just gave him a smirk and said: “trust me on this, stay here and do not interfere at all, okay?”
The hero of twilight was very reluctant, but backed down and watched as the hero of wild approached the obvious ambush point, still carrying the cucco. The disguised Yiga laughed and twirled their bow, ready to attack as soon as he was at close range, ready to strike the hero down. The wolf tensed when the hero did nothing except to hold the flapping bird in front of him, waiting. What was he doing!?!?
The wolf got ready to pounce when the Yiga had shot their arrows, and witnessed it hit the cucco, when suddenly…
Sqwwwaaaaak!!!
The cucco began to crow out an unholy cry and the hero of wild had dropped the cucco like a hot potato and retreated toward him.
“Witness the cucco attack squad!” The hero of wild announced with glee and pointed toward where he left the angered cucco.
The wolf’s maw dropped open.
What he was witnessing was something that shattered his concept of cuccos entirely.
A swarm, no a storm of multiple cuccos came out of nowhere, heeding to the original cucco’s angry cry of calling reinforcements, and they started raining unholy fury of flaps, scratches, and pecks at the offending Yiga member who had shot those arrows. The Yiga tried to teleport with their magic, but they kept getting interrupted by the cuccos who were not letting the attacker of their kin get away. Within seconds the Yiga was taken down, and there were only their signature bananas and some rupees left behind, the swarm of cuccos mysteriously disappearing as they had appeared.
The hero of twilight was left frozen to the spot, not heeding the fact that the hero of wild started whistling cheerfully as he began to pick up the spoils left behind.
What in Hylia’s name did I just witness?!?!?!