Blackfeather Woods winter has come

His first journey outside the den was not something Ganondorf had enjoyed. The weather had taken a turn for the worst and the small boy often pressed against his mother and even siblings for the warmth he could not provide himself. When the pale fur he had been snuggling against suddenly shifted and let in a cold burst of air, the boy was quick to scoot closer to one of his sisters before he was grasped and carried away. His tail curled between his legs while he shut his eyes, the harsh winter air and snow making it difficult to see.

As he was carried further into the web and the wind wasn't such a bother, the boy opened his eyes to take in the sight of his temporary home. He instantly let out cries for his mother once she had gone to collect his siblings but settled quickly once she had returned. So many new scents and faces caught his attention and Ganon spent his first minutes in the web simply staring everyone down. He was either going to love or hate this change and he wondered which outcome awaited him.