The first time it happened, Link forgot he was still wearing the moblin mask and as a result almost split the red moblin on instinct - yet despite his drawn sword, the moblin calmly reached down and picked him up, all of these actions so non-threatening Link couldn't bring himself to strike first as the moblin brought him back to the campsite of his horde.

At the fire each member gave him the best morsels of their own portion and kept trying to groom him with their huge fingers. As Link lay down to sleep in the pile of normally vicious monsters feeling loved, he felt like he finally understood why he had been warned away from ever engaging a mother moblin trying to protect her litter.