Wild Berry Meadow A mountain of a man!

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Ganon went down the mountain, for the first time in a few moons, sliding down the steep, ice-slicked rocks to the flatlands below, for a few moments of perceived safety from the effects of gravity.

He had done nothing during his time at Moonspear, except watch. He wasn't sure what else he was to do. Ganon takes this time to clear his head from Moonspear scent, breathing in the emptiness of the winter landscape. He had been walking for a few hours, and recognized the land around him as the Greatwater Lake, seemingly hidden under a sheet of snow and ice.

At this point he was dangerously close to Blackfeather Woods, a risk he knew would cost him his life had any of them caught him nearby. He knew the rules, and he did not feel like tempting Blackfeather's wrath at the moment, when there were many other wolves to be afraid of.

So, he turned, south-and-west, away from Blackfeather Woods, crossing through Wildberry Meadow. But he remained close, hoping to see a familiar, friendly face. Perhaps one of his younger, malformed siblings. 

His path allows him to cross the trail laid by Alya, then walked over by Vaati. In the snow and cold winds he can hardly detect the exact wolf in the trail, but it is enough to attract his attention, or at least detract him from his absentminded wanderings. He follows it, and it brings him to them.

All he could do was freeze, as if a winter wind had blown past him and froze him into an ice sculpture right then and there, and stare. Ganon stared jealously at the nips and kisses Hydra laid on Vaati's neck, movements and connections that he had long wanted to make on his brother, that he was constantly refused and rejected from doing. Though frozen, the fire of his pelt spread to his heart, his eyes beginning to flare as he began to step forward towards them.