Moonspear the thing about gods is that they're eternal

Ganon descended to the lower parts of Moonspear, where the borders lay. He wondered how his younger siblings faired, but did not dare leave Moonspear's borders towards the dark sentinal of a forest that was Blackfeather. Not after seeing Vaati and that Hydra-lookalike. If he did not see the screwn bodies of his family members from whatever invasion would eventually come forth, he would see a grander betrayal. He wasn't sure what would hurt his soul more.

But he could not keep to himself and leech off Moonspear any longer. He was a member of this pack now. He knew it was time to completely add his scent to the borders. Ganon raised his leg and let out a stream of urination, establishing his place. He stared at it for a moment, seemingly enraptured by the yellow mark in the snow. The soft crunch of footsteps behind him turned his attention. He saw Drogon approaching, patrolling the border. Ganon chuffed to the young man. He hadn't seen the male in moons.