He had little cause to remain, and yet here he stayed. It was as if he was bound by some thread of fate. No. It was because it was winter and he had little other options. That's what he told himself, though he knew in his heart that it was not true.
So he wandered. The Woods encapsulated him, all he knew, all he saw. He stalked the Woods with no purpose, as he often did. A wandering broken spirit with little ties to the earth that he was born in. He expected to simply walk until he was tired, go to his den and eat and sleep and repeat in the morning. But luckily for him he heard paws crunching nearby. His eyes and head shot to the sound, seeing the black figure of Vaati's prisoner-slave-whatever she was close by.
His body flattened to the ground; she was his prey now. He stalked after her, his training in the Woods and her lack of experience enough to bring him silently to her side as she turned her head away.
Looking for Vaati?
He asked, coming up at her blind side, his body pushed against her briefly to subtly remind her that he was the big one here. Though she didn't need much reminding.
He reveled at the sight of her fright, the startled look on her face and the reflexive snapping. He barked out a laugh, looking down at her, clearly seeing the anger inside of her eyes.
There's been something that's been bothering me a whil — ah, ah, ah!
She attempted to leave, and Ganon quickly moved to stop her, pressing his body against her to push her in the opposite direction of her path. I'm not done with you yet, dear. And since you seem in such a hurry I'll cut to the chase:
His mocking voice and face were replaced by a low deep growl, his body tensing. Why did my brother let you out and join us?
He didn't trust her. He suspected that she was not as loyal as she might have been to Vaati, and that his elder brother was letting a little emotion cloud their true relationship — prisoner and warden.
Ganon's lips curled as his question was deflected. There was something more both on his brother's part. No,
He blocked her movements, mirroring her every move. Why don't you just leave?
He hissed, not as a threat, but a sincere question. She had every opportunity, every right to leave after being inducted as a member, raised from captivity. You aren't a spy, are you?
He laughed at the thought, his demeanor jovial once more, but it was poisoned honey. The implication behind it was all too real. Surely not. You know what would happen if you'd betray my dear brother, don't you?
She was angry with him. He smiled at it, the complete control over another's emotions. Control was what he had always desired, and being without a purpose, even a minute one as annoying the everloving shit out of her, gave him no control over his life. Deluded?
He parroted back. Have you seen where you are? You're in the headquarters of a murdering, lying, spider-loving cult of wolves. I'd say my delusions are far from the least practical.
His tail curled tightly over his back in response to hers. It was amusing, seeing how she had suddenly shedded the chains of captivity, as if the scars had not been left. His eyes met hers, burning into the green orbs with a silent challenge. Are you going to fight me?