Blackfeather Woods young artists have gotta starve

As his mother's due date approached, Ganon spent more time outside the Glen, seeking out a claim for himself. It made no sense to be there any longer, for many reasons, but this was the breaking point. Her anger at her seemingly fatherless birth had not gone unnoticed by him. She hated the children she was about to bear. He did not know about the failed abortion, but he would not be surprised by it.

For the moment he still did not have a proper home. For the moment he was fine sleeping under the thick bushes of the Redgrove, but he knew that a den, deep underground, would be necessary soon. But before any of that, he was hungry. His stomach gurgled and he followed its call to the nearest slab of food he could find, which he eventually saw was already occupied.

He didn't recognize the girl at first, and felt his hackles raise in indignancy, but as he approached and caught her scent he relaxed slightly. The smell of Blackfeather Woods was heavy on her, even though he had not seen her before. He approached cautiously, even though the carcass she was near was long since dead, she could be defensive. But for the moment, she seemed content to gnaw on the bone instead. He took her haphazard chewing as his opportunity to tear a bite of flesh from the half-recognizable creature, eyeing her all the while.