Zelda was a light sleeper. Although this had never been a problem at home, where anyone near the princess's sleeping chambers was always mindful of their noise, her rest was frequently disrupted in this new place. Between the noise of the other people who shared this makeshift village and the increasingly frequent feelings of being stalked by the wolf, it was difficult for Zelda get more than a few hours of sleep each night.

And tonight, naturally, she had only just fallen asleep an hour or two ago when another resident began shouting outside. Trying to bait the wolf, from the sound of things. Could this not wait until morning? It would do no good to start a fight with the beast at midnight, while everyone was tired.

With a sigh, Zelda drew herself out of bed, donned her boots and cloak over her nightgown, and left her cottage. Perhaps she could talk some sense into the shouting man and then catch a few more hours of sleep before sunrise.

"Sir," she called as she approached Gohan. "Surely you do not mean to start a fight with the beast in the middle of the village."