Phantom Hollow His eyes upon your face

He took a moment to analyze the smells near by, breathing in the scents again and again. There was something there and he could smell it and it bothered him how it kept escaping him. It smelled like Blackfeather Woods, both now and before, but he could not place the exact wolves. There were more scents overlaying it, unfamiliar and foreign to him. It was frustrating.

A wolf appeared from the gloom. Ganon tensed for a moment, then looked the man over — dark fur, purple eyes, just like the ghost-like figure near the Woods. You're a Melonii! He gaped. The man growled at him, and Ganon realized that he was about to be attacked. Despite his experience, he panicked. I am one too! My name is Ganondorf Molag Melonii! I'm Damien's nephew — He knew that was a hard thing to believe — his bright eyes, the fire that exuded from his fur — but he was, and Damien knew he was. He tried to dodge the man's lunge, slipping into the Daedric tongue as he backed away, invoking the long ago lessons from his mother, Damien's sister — Kostilus, pāsagon nyke.