Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

Sometime down the road in his life, Ramsay would probably get to experience what Ganondorf was currently experiencing, and would wonder how he hadn't proceeded to vomit immediately afterward. Present day Ramsay only thought of this as food, for which he dropped his feet to the ground when Ganon's throat gurgled with the telling blork sound. He whimpered frantically as the prechewed rabbit meat was deposited on the ground, and eagerly fell all over the pile.

By the time he had filled his relatively small belly, Ramsay was a mess. Smears and chunks of meat were matted into his coat. There was even one tucked up under his armpit. He plopped onto his hindquarters momentarily to attempt to scratch at it, but thanks to his spine he was unable to reach it and ended up merely shaking and hopping up to his feet again. He tilted back his head to stare up at Ganondorf's crimson face, and only then did his lips part into a broad smile and he babbled something nonsensical.

He loved food, but he loved attention more given the rarity of it in his life.