Bearclaw Valley And all the good you've done / Will soon get swept away.

Ok wow.

He wasn't actually expecting to find not only the wraith, but her summoned creature in one sitting, but here he was.

He was not, however, surprised by their reactions. It was as if that great gap of time between him stealing the stone and him returning it had never existed, and they had found him on the beach. Ganon took a step back, his grip loosening from the rabbitskin as the wraith lashed out to grab it, allowing her to take it from him. 

The fresh scent of milk wafted off of the wraith, and peaking through the darkness of her stomach fur, he could see two rows of pink nubs. Children? Ganon was surprised. His mouth opened to speak, but in came another flurry of dark fur, this marred by pink but in a haphazard, random way. The demon. He looked even more demonic now, his face all torn to shreds. 

The warlock snarled, turning to counter the demon's attack as best he could, feeling the sting of teeth grip the thick fur of his neck. I brought back the fucking stone! He catches the smell of many more on the demon's fur, adults, not pups. Ganon panicked. If they had a pack behind them, then his chances of returning would be slim to none. It's in there, he gestured to the bundle in the wraith's maw.