Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

Maegi let out a raucous giggle as Ganon took Ramsay to the pool, setting his body unceremoniously into the water, dirty pelt and all. He was a bit stinky, true. She padded over to them, her ungainly gait slowing her down a bit, wagging her stump of a tail.

She touched the surface of the water with her shorter right paw; it rippled out in circles, stirring the smooth, cool expanse. Maegi lowered her muzzle and took a long drink, taking care not to get the liquid in her nose as well. The taste of it was crisp and fresh, full of life.

Maegi drew close to Ganon, enjoying the heat emanating from the older boy's body. It was growing colder day by day, and her pelt was not thick enough to ward off the winter chill by itself.