Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

When Maegi's tiny tongue stroked over Ramsay's coat, the boy almost twisted entirely and fell over himself to nip playfully at her muzzle. Sadly, he lacked the spinal flexibility to complete the motion or turn his head that far and ended up merely flailing in place until Ganondorf intervened. He was hoisted by his back into the air—a sensation that was relatively unfamiliar to him—and because there was no pleasant sensation from his miniscule nape telling him that this was normal, the boy did exactly what boys tended to do: kicked, squirmed and fussed until he was deposited into the shallow water at the very edge of the pool.