Hoshor Plains Oliphant or Elephant? Whatsthedifferencepleaseexpl-

@Cassiopeia !

Ganondorf had faint memories of the Plains. He wasn't there when the grass was in its full, golden splendor — spring was still struggling to take hold, as the snowfall could attest to — so his fur didn't match with the snow-clad blades that grazed his side.

He shook himself to remove the dusting that had settled on his back, though this would be in vain. More was to come, and he knew he had to find shelter soon to avoid the cold. It wasn't as if he couldn't bear it — somewhere in his lineage there was Arctic blood, and that had thickened his coat and created a thicc mantle that made him look big so long as the cold stayed in the air. But he was annoyed by the nipping cold. Not the deep of winter, but the slight fluctations of spring — an indecisive bitch if anything, somehow weaker than autumn when it came to holding its grip on the world. Ganon sighed. A visual cloud of air emanated from his muzzle. He wondered if he should have stayed for a little while longer.

It felt wrong to leave the Woods of his birth after only recently arriving — not just because of the weather, but he had other desires pulling at him. Vaati. A burning longing took over his body, something he had not felt in ages. When he was young and stupid and crazy he lusted after his brother. Not just sexually, but mostly that. He had been a teenager after all. Eventually he got frustrated with him and left, but the feelings stayed, even if he suppressed it. When he left he hoped that Vaati had died, so he didn't have to think about him anymore, but that idiot just had to survive. So he felt obligated to see him. For some reason. He guessed.

This is stupid, he huffed.