Zelda huddled close to the fire, wrapped up so thoroughly in her furs that only her eyes were exposed to the elements. She didn't think she'd ever get used to the cold no matter how many fur pelts she wrapped herself in, but Link, dressed only in his natural fur, seemed to thrive here in the Hebra snowfield: scampering about, digging in the snow, chasing the odd cold-weather butterfly or Keese.

The moonlight fringed his fur, making him almost glow silver, and Zelda would have liked to bury herself in it, but Link was having so much fun (for once) that she wouldn't dream of calling him back to the fire.