He saw the Cave in passing. His head poked in, humoring himself with the idea that Vaati had stolen another captive. Surely, it wasn't a possibility. He really wouldn't be that stupid to risk their safety again, would he? No. He was.
He walked in, nose sniffing the air, expecting stale air. He was greeted with the scent of another wolf, a boy this time. Mēre tolī?
He murmured to himself, pushing his way into the Cave, searching for the new prisoner.
The boy had not moved, even as Ganon spoke. He wondered if Vaati was keeping him drugged up. As if that would help anything in the long run. Ganon approached the prone form, not bothering to hide his steps. He looked him over, his eyes fastening onto the bandaged limb. If that was a reason for drugging the kid up, he didn't know what was.
But he didn't know for sure. Instead, Ganon's voice raised for a moment, intending on waking him. Hey!
He didn't have to wait long, as he expected. The boy had been startled awake by his tone, which was a lot louder than he had intended it to be. The cave's stone spires rattled as the sound echoed briefly. The sound was enough to ring in his ears. Ganon flinched slightly, but kept his eyes on the boy as he stirred awake.
He wondered who had administered all this to him — the drugs, the cobwebs and herbs. He doubted his mother, as she was not lucid enough to walk straight, let alone set a bone. He doubted Vaati had enough medical know-how to do that either. So it could only be his quieter of his two sisters Kotake. She was the one to follow in their mother's shoes when he had hopped out of them.
Ganon laughed briefly at the muttered question aimed to him. He thought of some wry comment to make in exchange, but he gets right to the meat of it before dallying along with snark. Who exactly are you, kid?