Whitewater Gorge Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn

The wolf stared at him in silence for a brief period of time, and Ganon felt a creeping sense of dread overtake his melancholy. Ganon stared back, his face scrunching up. Can I help you? he said tentatively, his words unsure. His body tensed, hoping that he wasn't going to get jumped by this weird guy.

The yellow-masked wolf spoke, and Ganon's confusion only grew. No...? he knew very few wolves that lived here in Teekon outside of his family — and the mane had no resemblance to anyone in his family or even his pack. You must have me confused with someone else. He didn't know any one who even resembled him — he had always been the odd one out. He had some fantasy that his father looked very similar to him — perhaps that was why his mother was attracted to that stranger in the first place.