Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

She flinched a bit as Ramsay shuddered, sending icy droplets her way, and drew back further into the shelter of Ganon's warm, fiery-orange pelt. At least the boy was clean, now. Reflexively, she nosed around her own pelt, checking for stench. Seemingly satisfied with the results of her search, she yawned and pressed against Ganon's leg, smiling in contentment and repletion.

Maegi was thankful for the company Vaati and Ganon, and of course Ramsay and Euron, gave her day by day. She was growing up to crave company, and the quartet provided both love and entertainment for the growing girl. Perhaps it was the lack of a strong female presence that led her to be a tomboy, to be wary of women, later in her life. Perhaps it was due to the contempt Potema seemed to feel for her.

Because with brothers like these. . .well, who needed anyone else?

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