Ocean's Breath Plateau the impious soul screams

The rain was fickle, starting and stopping at the faintest of whims. Ganon bore it well, striding through the humid air as it further chilled the spring atmosphere.

He was at the coast. Vaati should be here, nearby. He hoped. Cassopeia's words were a menace to his psyche. Was his brother dead? If he was, could he find him? If he wasn't, was it possible that Vaati had left int he time it took him to get here? And it did take him a while. Something had been weighing him down. A lot of things really: regrets, fears, worries, apathy. He bore it as much as he could, but it felt liks a dark cloud, a fog, wrapped itself around his head, not dissappaiting even with the sun's rays.

The Plateau proved to be an interesting point in his travels on the Coast. It brought him up high, an isolated mountain on the coastal flatlands. He could look over the entire Coast, seeing it stretch to the northeast and to the southwest, beyond Teekon Wilds. He wondered who lived there.

As well as seeing he could smell. Hearing was hard to do with the constant crashing of the waves and the incessant crying of seabirds hovering overhead. He could smell wolves, loners and packs, along the coast. He could not pinpoint any of them, not from here, but he knew that they were there. And that was enough to start.

He was not alone on the Plateau, a fact that he only came aware of slowly. There was one scent closer than the rest, and it did not take long for him to see the wolf. He snorted to it, the strange, longlegged red being.