He had not ventured into the caves ever since he found his brother's little secret sequestered away. With the distraction of the birth of his new siblings, and the constant eyes on his mother, he took the time to find her once more. He wondered what exactly Vaati wanted with her; he had warned that she would be found out, and that she would cause trouble with her presence. It had yet to come into fruition, but the telltale smell of a foreign man on their borders told him that something was brewing.
He slipped through the tunnels, feeling a bit safer now that Damien was showing himself, venturing to Wolfskull Cave. His eyes search for her, focusing on the black shadow facing the entrance of the den. He strides over to her, a lazy smile on his lips as he readies himself to question her, but he sees something else, something brown and small and utterly wolf-like. It startles him, his voice raising and echoing in the cave. What is that?
He was honestly bewildered, staring down at the small bundle with confusion. A pup? You're too young to be pregnant...
Ganon looks her up and down, knowing her to be about their age.
He expects her to intervene, and does not nip her away or snarl. Ganon stares at her cooly, warning her to back down with his eyes, threatening violence if she does not move. Taking him to my mother,
He says it matter-of-factly. Out of them all his mother is the least dangerous — though that was a danger in itself — with far more empathy than most of them combined. He had no doubts that she would ask questions, but he would simply deflect them to Vaati. Vaati, who despite his "loyalities" to the pack has been getting himself in an awful lot of trouble lately. He will be better cared for there than here, than by you,
The young witch-boy doesn't know why Vaati thought to bring him here instead of where he can be properly nourished and taken care of by a healthy, mature woman. As a gift, like she had said? Ridiculous. No doubt Vaati found him, or worst yet, stole him and brought him to his little pet — a pet for a pet. My mother just gave birth. She is not fond of the pups, but I think she will take care of him at least,
He had not been present, sensing his mother's animosity towards his younger siblings. It was bad enough that she had grown to despise him over the coming moons; he didn't need to be present in such a personal, perhaps painful experience for him. And this, he supposes, will raise his status in her eyes, if by a little bit. She will be kind to him. Feed him and play with him.
He steps forward again, pushing blatantly against her but not roughly. He looks her in the eyes. He needs that more than wasting away in a cave like you, hm? He deserves that.
The rancid smell of urine filled the air as the child wet himself. Ganon's lips turned in a sneer, but he shakes his head. He readies himself to touch the child, already dreading having to be that close to the culprit organ.
C'mon, kid,
He mutters to the child, unsure how to exactly be "nice" or paternal. His nose nudges the boy gently. My mom's gonna keep an eye on you. She's nice, ok? You'll be able to get out of this hellhole,
He grabs the boy's scruff — it isn't hard. The boy is small and thin allowing for Ganon to raise his head with ease once he gets a good grip on Cyron. He looks to Cassiopeia, attempting to nod then thinking better of it, before turning and making his way out of the Cave to Spiderlings' Glen.