Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

Despite the fuss, Ganon managed to place the boy directly under the waterfall, letting the cool water flow over the boy's body as a kind of natural shower. He kept his head nearby, making sure his younger sibling didn't drown in the water's torrent, nudging the boy every once and again to make sure that every inch of his body was cleaned off, or at least as much as he could get clean.

He drew the boy out, tugging on his mid-spinal area again. Alright. You look ok, He said, lapping at the boy's wet body to warm him. He feels a small presence against his side. He draws away, looking at his little sister pressed against him. Ganon smiles, and his tail wraps loosely against the little girl. C'mon. Staying in the water's only going to make you both chillier. He walks out of the pool, shaking his pelt lightly.