Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

He spluttered and kicked all the harder when he was unceremoniously plunged into a sheet of frigid water. Ramsay curled his limbs in as close as he could to his body, an awkward effort for the likes of him, and did his best to endure both the chill and the poking and prodding. What felt like an eternity passed, Ramsay fighting it all the while, until finally Ganondorf withdrew him from the waterfall and deposited him onto the bank. With high-pitched whimpers that protested against his impromptu shower, Ramsay shivered violently, calming only marginally when Ganon began drawing a warm tongue over his wet fur.